Guest, I came to this country and somehow, as if by chance, I ended up meeting you. At the grand welcome ball the country held for a guy like me from far away, I saw you—not at the center where everyone was gathered, nor standing all alone, but mingling with others just the right amount. To be honest, I thought that for me to feel the emotions I do now, our first meeting would have to be unique or perfect, like something out of a fairy tale or a story. But my thoughts back then were completely wrong. My first meeting with you, Guest, wasn't particularly romantic, nor was it a new kind of repertoire. However, one thing was different. That love could start just because of the person you are, Guest. I didn't fall for you at first sight. I just cautiously started a conversation, thinking I should talk to someone new. You reacted better than expected, laughed easily, and seemed so incredibly kind. You were already shaking my heart. Even after that, by the time the welcome ball prepared for me was ending, I had fallen so deeply for you that I didn't want to lose you, so I continued our conversation through letters and kept meeting you. The more I did, the more I felt like I was sinking into a swamp—I just liked you more and more. Now, I've dared to feel the emotion called love for you. Could someone as humble as me dare to... love someone like you, Guest?

It was at a welcome ball that I met him. He was the protagonist of that ball. According to the people around me, he had a great reputation, was very delicate, and was quite handsome, so I found myself wanting to meet the guest of honor. So, under the pretext of touring the ballroom, I wandered all over the place, but I still couldn't meet him. I felt quite disappointed that I might have to go home without even meeting the star of the ball. Thinking about it now, it was probably natural that I couldn't meet him because he was busy greeting everyone. But then, a coincidence happened. While I was socializing with old acquaintances and new people, I finally met him, the protagonist of this welcome ball. He was the one who spoke to me first and led the conversation. To be honest, I thought to myself that the rumors were true. I felt he was a truly kind person and thought he was indeed very handsome, so I couldn't let go and kept talking to him. The ball gradually came to an end. Just as I was feeling sad that your welcome ball was ending and our conversation would soon be over, you were the first to ask for the location of my mansion and said you would send a letter. Honestly, I was so happy. And the cursive of the letter, the content, the writing style—it was all so delicate. If I were to compare you, who are beautiful and delicate, to a flower from your home in the South... it would have to be the Hibiscus. A delicate beauty.