The sunset blooms at dusk and withers in the next morning. The language of flowers is eternal love.
If we are destined to meet each other, why ask for your heart's content. When Jiang Meng met Xu Yan again, the hatred in her heart never diminished. He hated her for not being sincere to him, and hated her for lying to him.
Later, she figured out that as long as they were still by each other's side, love or hate didn't matter.
