Daisy Blossoms in the Warm Sunshine

The flower language of white daisies - the love buried in the heart... But can this love really be kept in your heart? Even if you don't say it, even if you can deceive the other party, can you deceive your own heart? Falling in love with you is my fault, but not loving you is a mistake I don't want to make in my life. Our love, who can see clearly. Who can understand our love... How far is love? I can't reach it with my hand. Is it really the distance, or are you unwilling to let me enter your heart? Thank you for your love, but I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't We met eleven years ago, and the love that was supposed to be childhood sweethearts was instead defined as brother and sister. The first time I held your hand was because I couldn't choose; the second time I held your hand was because I wanted revenge; the third time I held your hand was because I wanted to stay with you for the rest of my life and never let go... How long can the warm sunshine of blooming daisies last, and how much darkness can be driven away... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.