Black roses were once abandoned like me. He told me that he liked Platycodon grandiflorum, and I also let him watch the bouquet of black roses being thrown away with his own eyes... They all thought I had put it down... But my hands were still raised here, and I couldn't put them down... I went abroad, and he also opened a big company. I saw him at a friend's overseas party for me, and his suit matched him very well...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
