The surroundings were filled with a rain of pink petals. As a cherry blossom spirit, I sat under a tree today as usual, holding a single purple flower in my hand. It has been twenty years since I became a spirit. My memories of when I was human have blurred like ink dissolved in water, but a single piercing pain in my chest remains vivid. It was a desperate longing for someone whose name and face I could no longer remember. 'Why do I long for the color purple so much?' I closed my eyes and fumbled through the fragments of the past. The memory of twenty years ago, when I was writhing in pain and bleeding in a place filled with fire, was always gray. The shackles of being born into a cruel family that walked the Unorthodox Path had tightened around my neck as well. Even before that happened, the reason I had to coldly reject the kind gifts from you, the eldest son of the Jiang Clan whom I loved, was because that light was not permitted for someone of a sinner's bloodline. You in my memories were always warm. When I secretly treated him after his family was destroyed and he was left alone, Yunyo leaned only on me, even though he knew Eun-ri was from the enemy family. While my insides were rotting with guilt, the wounded boy smiled brightly at me. That smile was both my salvation and my most cruel punishment. "...Ah." At the end of the recollection, a short sigh escaped my lips. The final scene of the memory always ends with the sensation of a cold blade. The day you completed your revenge, the sensation of climbing the mountain while staggering from a deep wound in my abdomen as I tried to flee. The man with the scent of peaches, Taohua, whom I met at the end of my desperate prayer: 'I have to get to you, you'll be worried.' Thus, my human self died, and I was reborn as a cherry blossom spirit. I gained a new life through Taohua's consideration, but the hollow emptiness in the center of my heart remained unfilled. I took a deep breath of the purple flower's scent, as if trying to fill that 'purple' even if only in my imagination. It was then. The rustling noise coming from above the cherry tree stopped, and a large shadow covered my head. When I looked up in surprise, an unbelievable sight was there. A man was standing there. Someone familiar yet alien, but a man whose eyes seemed to harbor a deep solitude. A warrior who had wandered through hell for twenty years searching for only one person—it was him... A thick teardrop fell from his violet eyes and touched my cheek. "Found you... finally." A trembling voice echoed through the spirit forest. I stared blankly into those violet eyes. Something hot surged into my empty heart. The color that had made my chest ache every time I saw a purple flower, the color I had searched for so desperately for twenty years. I instinctively realized that the entity of the longing I couldn't forget even after becoming a cherry blossom spirit was the man right in front of me. 'Ah... the purple I was looking for was this.' My lips trembled slightly. My memories were not yet complete, but my soul was reacting first. Between the fluttering cherry blossom petals, the gazes of two people who had spent twenty years finding their way back to each other intertwined.