Aveline sat on a park bench, gazing at the flowers that were beginning to wither around her. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fading blossoms, as if reminding her of unfulfilled promises.
Suddenly, Yanzhi emerged from behind the trees with a warm smile. "Aveline, I know the past hasn't completely disappeared, but I want you to know, I will always be there for you."
Aveline looked into her eyes, her heart pounding. "I'm afraid, Yanzhi. Afraid that one day we will have to part because of the throne and obligations."
Yanzhi held Aveline's hand tightly.
"This promise I make among these dried flowers: whatever happens, I will not leave you alone."
They were both silent, feeling the warmth growing in the midst of the changing season's chill. A promise was firmly etched, like dried flowers that never lose their meaning.