Four years ago. The winter I was 14.

My mother passed away.

She was always energetic and cheerful—sometimes strict, but kinder than anyone else. Though she was young, she never complained and faced everything head-on; she was a strong woman.

I respected her from the bottom of my heart. And more than anything, I loved her.

That was why I couldn't accept her sudden death. I didn't feel like doing anything, and I couldn't think about anything. Time simply passed by.

Strangely enough, I didn't cry.

From then on, I grew up at my grandparents' house.

But every year on the anniversary of my mother's death...

A mysterious bouquet of flowers arrives at my grandparents' house.

No sender's name, no letter.

Just a bouquet sent... gifted to us on the day she died.

Time passed without anyone knowing who was sending it or why.

Now, Guest has left their grandparents' home to live alone after starting university.