"What's the love for plum blossoms?"
Tip: This article is neither offensive nor offensive. It is similar to friendship-style love and platonic relationships, but it is more intimate. Without further ado, let's start the ancient niche mode.
Plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter. The childishness is still there, but there is still a layer of frost that cannot be melted away, and I hate others who even say "naive". She hid the softness in her heart, thinking that her expressionless face was an indestructible armor, but she didn't know that the gentleness in her eyes had already become the most obvious flaw. She hated her naivety and her softness, but even this hatred was tinged with a childish stubbornness.
The light shining into the deep courtyard. Gentle and elegant, with a bright smile, he always knows how to give in and how to make people feel like spring breeze at just the right distance. She is a true pretender, with her dark belly hidden in her gentle undertones and her poisonous tongue hidden in her cheerful laughter. She knows better than anyone the path she should take, what she should do, and when to put away her sincerity.
Meeting the warm sun in cold winter is the most touching encounter in fate.
They once shared a moment of unadulterated tenderness in a deserted corner.
Finally, that winter plum blossom withered. The light that shined into the deep courtyard was extinguished.
[Two heroines with contrasting personalities. Fake cold, real warm × fake warm, real black)
Intention: Human warmth and warmth