A bet?
Well...
Okay.
The woman smiled sweetly as she touched the flowers. A greenhouse decorated with poisonous flowers. With a smooth movement, the woman picked a flower shaped like water.
The flower was interpreted as tragic love, and people usually called it the Rain Flower.
Would you like to hear a story before the main course is served?
A small butterfly landed on the lady's finger. The lady made a little movement and soon the butterfly flew away.
Didn't you say you wanted to bet?
So let's begin with an easy one.
The woman covered her smile with her hand.
Fufu, I'm glad to hear that.
Can you dance the waltz?
The woman walked over. When she saw him nod, she held his shoulders, then he held her waist, and finally their hands clasped each other.
The rhythm of the beautiful song was like the story of a girl entering a beautiful and spacious royal hall.
From an innocent girl to a mature woman.
They dance to the rhythm.
Then let's start the story.
Flowers dance.
There is a story of forbidden love that unites love and desire.
Bearing the forbidden fruit that makes the love story crumble like the broken vases of flowers that become decorations in the ballroom.
Hurt and hurting.
A cycle that never changes.
But the forbidden fruit could not stop their love story.
A love full of lust and passion.
Terrible and dirty.
The vase finally collapsed in an instant, discarded in a place far from the ballroom. It became a broken object with no meaning.
With no shelter, the Little Flowers grew.
Relying on each other to live.
Laughing in the middle of the sunny city, together in the rainy season, joking in the sea of flowers, and hugging each other in the cold winter.
Their peaceful life was soon shattered when rat warriors arrived at their home, captured them, and took them to a beautiful and magnificent ballroom.
There, everyone looked at the Little Flowers with disdain.
They are often abused by the beautiful Fans, which makes it impossible for these Little Flowers to survive in the ballroom. If they want to eat, one of the Flower must go to the kitchen to steal, and the other must stand guard.
But these Little Flowers must not be caught at all.
Because their skin would be scalded by the servants of the Fan.
One day, the sister Flower said to her brother, "I promise I'll get you out of here!"
Her brother nodded as she reassured him.
"Let's meet under the full moon, which is never perfect."
After that day, it was back to business as usual, but they were always looking for a way out of the ballroom where they could escape without getting caught.
Don't let the Doll discover your intention to escape!
Fans have children called Doll.
If the Fan doesn't appear, the Doll will appear instead of its mother, the Fan.
Grabbing Flower's sister hair or beating Flower's brother.
Routine resembling a waltz.
1-2-3.
Left-right-left.
1-2-3.
Right-left-right.
They had gotten so used to it that they could even tell who was coming just by the sound of the servants.
The Little Flowers slowly grew in the ballroom. They had never met the Crown that brought them here.
Not even once...
Which meant that even this person could not be expected.
Knowing that the Crown did not care about them, the Little Flowers became confident that they could escape. They could escape from the beautiful and magnificent ballroom.
Unfortunately, their plan failed, and the failure was due to the Crown.
The two were separated, one was sent to fight and the other became a prisoner in a warehouse.
Little Flower was not a brave boy, and without his sister, he was just a boy who could only hide himself. During the war, Little Flower often hid and ended up being beaten by the other soldiers who were with him.
He was changed by war.
But one thing remained the same, the memory of his sister.
Every chance he got, he would write a letter to her sister. Whenever there was time, he would wait for his sister's reply, even though his sister usually wrote the letter with only one short sentence.
'I'm waiting for you.'
War is not a game.
The whole ballroom declared that the little Flower had died in the war.
They lost...
The sister who heard this could only cry because her body was covered with wounds. She cried and cried in the cage made by the Doll.
"... Disgusting..."
"I am disgusting..."
The caged Flower was the only one who never saw the day her brother was buried.
Day after day passed.
The Little Flower that had been pronounced dead actually survived. The corpses of the other soldiers allowed him to hide and survive the cruel war.
With that, the little Flower began to make plans to take her sister away.
He had been declared dead, no one would remember him.
As expected, everyone forgot about him, in fact, almost the entire ballroom never knew the name of the Flowers.
From the beginning, they were just Flowers that were hidden from the outside.
Because they were a disgrace.
That made him happy, and the Little Flower hurried to write a letter to his sister.
Let's meet when lunar isn't perfect.
Our promise was heard in the silence of the night.
Together with the flowers scattered in the river.
I will come to you.
From your Little Flower.
The Little Flower waited and waited until nightfall. Full of excitement and nervousness. It had been a long time since they had met, and surely his sister was waiting for him as well.
As night fell, the little brother hurriedly slipped away before the gate closed. Following the semicircular moon and the path of flowers, he arrived at his destination.
A woman with brown hair falling down her back was standing and gazing at the river.
When the Little Flower saw the silhouette, he couldn't contain his excitement and rushed over to her.
The woman turned her head and her hands trembled.
The Little Flower who was running slowly took smaller and smaller steps as he walked. The bruises on her face and her bulging belly.
"Sister..."
A smile graced his sister's face.
"Sorry, I can't come with you."
Her hand rubbed her belly, "I'll never be able to run away from here."
The Little Flower was devastated. Suddenly, he couldn't face his sister and he ran away quickly.
Running away from her side.
The music stopped, and of course the dancing stopped. The woman walked away from the person and turned once.
The hem of her dress followed the twirl like a blooming flower.
What a terrible story, isn't it?
The wild flower that the woman stepped on slowly withered and disintegrated before the dust from the flower turned into a butterfly.
From your answer, it sounds like you've experienced that.
No?
The woman picked up a handkerchief and wiped her hands before carelessly throwing the handkerchief away, not caring whether it was still usable or not. The man was speechless. His gaze just stared at the woman who moved gracefully yet mockingly with each step.
...
All right, all right, back to the beginning.
Why do you want to bet so badly?
The man fell silent, his eyes staring at the butterflies around him. His eyes returned to the woman.
...
You really want to find out the secrets of the universe...
But unfortunately, Fate is long gone.
There's the door, you can leave.
Won't?
Haha, don't you already know that this is a place where they risk something not to search for a long-lost entity.
The person touched the ring with a rose in the middle. He intentionally wore the ring on his index finger. His friend once said that the ring on the index finger means ambition and confidence. After thinking about it for a while, he answered again.
Are you sure?
He nodded.
The woman asked him again.
So what do you want?
And what are you willing to risk?
Love, family or yourself?