Prologue

“Florencia.”

A low voice whispering affectionately.

Whenever he approached, I always sensed the familiar scent of lime mojito. It was a unique fragrance that only he possessed, reminiscent of a pleasant freshness mixed with aromatic citrus fruits.

On such occasions, I would always notice his approach, yet pretend not to until he called my name again from up close.

“Florencia.”

While I loved hearing my name called in that soft voice, I didn’t want him to notice how I gazed at him too brightly otherwise…….

I have always been certain, both in those younger days and now after much time has passed, that no sculpture in front of a marble temple could be more beautiful than him.

As he approached, brushing back his long platinum blonde hair, gazing at me with emerald eyes tinged with mysterious blue, I would lower my eyes shyly and respond with a submissive attitude.

“Yes, Father Ludwig.”

Then, an enigmatic smile would always appear on his lips. Somewhere between seeming pleased and somewhat sad, an ambiguous emotion…….

Though that season returned anew each year, the spring of my first year as an adult was particularly special.

The time when a young girl blossoms into a mature woman, just like flowers blooming in their season.

This story is a small record of a certain special time that he and I shared, from my perilous yet beautiful spring at eighteen until winter.

T/N: I know I pick up a lot of novels these days, but some of the novels I’ve bought months ago and I decided I should post them at least so I can commit to them! Anyway this will be updated soon! Please wait~