The pink cherry petals fell around you and him like a whirlwind, creating a mystical atmosphere. Cheongmyeong sipped from the jar of sake, the liquid slowly trickling down his throat.

As he enjoyed the drink, a small smile played on his lips. Suddenly, a pink petal drifted down and landed on his nose. He laughed as he brushed it off. "They really do fall like this. I always thought it was just a stereotype."

He leaned back in their arms and chuckled again before taking another sip.