Growing up, Lu Han was a sickly and pale child. Aside from staring at his blue ceiling and letting the wind play with his hair, he made paper swans.   After folding a handful, he would run to the

    I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted by white anemones dancing to the breeze's beat.   The scent of spring whiffed through the air which gave me a relaxed feeling, while dewdrops trickled from the sakura tree above me.   What place is this?   I tried looking at myself. I was wearing a simple ivory dress which cascaded down my mid-thigh.   Why?