Introduction

Sometimes, Luhan would wonder, perhaps by any chance, if that pot of hydrangea of his , would bloom with all its might, like it had never before, someday.

Luhan had been exploring every avenue to ensure that it would bloom like those red roses that were displayed in front of the florist’s. He didn’t mind doing all those onerous duties. He didn’t care how tired he would be to water his pot of hydrangea every four hours and shift them under the shade as the Earth rotates, as long as his pot of hydrangea could bloom before his very own eyes.

He couldn’t really ascertain the reason behind his obsession with that pot of plant. He just got fidgety every time he saw that pot of hydrangea, alone in the blossoms.

Nevertheless, all of his hard work was futile. His pot of hydrangea was still sitting there quietly, bathing in the morning sunlight, with no tasteful flowers to behold but only emerald green leaves that were so incongruous with its delicate vase.