My name is Lan Xiyan, and there are two women in my life, just like my red rose and my white rose. As a white rose, she is naturally as light as the breeze, as gentle as jade, and has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in her belly. The voluptuous red rose is indeed bright and beautiful. When I first saw her, I was attracted by the burgundy middle-parted long straight hair. Her name is Cheng Manxi.
