Sometimes! I don't even know who I am.
Is it a red rose that is as colorful as flames, or a white rose that looks fragile and white.
It is a bright and cold soul like a red rose stained with blood. It is brave, fearless, energetic, arrogant, but also sad, struggling, fragile, and confused.
The simple and pure soul is like a white rose holding morning dew, slowly blooming under the sunlight, making people feel that the cleanest and most beautiful things in the world are nothing more than this.
It is plain, strong, selfless, and warm. Under the pure white and fragile appearance, there is a tough and unyielding heart, offering its own faint fragrance to the world.
How many souls can be hidden in a person's body? Is it possible to start by abandoning the aura of the past, the brilliant colors, and everything else?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
