***All dialogues and psychological descriptions are for plot purposes and do not represent my own position! ***
The flower language of roses: beauty and bravery, secrets and vows, passionate love.
1922, Berlin.
A female doll with black hair and black eyes was born in the manor. She is Xia Huining. Of course, here, she is Avella Xia.
General von Eichendorff took the baby, remained silent for a long time, and finally pinned a family heirloom silver rose to her swaddling clothes. What can be done? This is the only bloodline left for him after his precious daughter decided to marry in a foreign country.
No one expected how this incomparably beautiful mixed-race rose would amaze an era.
Soon, she became the most dazzling genius in the mathematics department of the University of Berlin, and was fluent in five languages. Her grandfather doted on her, her brother indulged her, and the gentlemen in England kept a tender love for her in their hearts. Even F personally admitted that she was the Junker Princess, as famous as the "Nice Princess" Gudrun, the two most dazzling roses in Germany.
There was also the most restrained young officer, August von Seydlitz, who was also the pride of Germany and the dream lover of countless noble girls. When he looked at her, there was also a blazing fire in his eyes that no one noticed.
Everyone thought she was lifted up into the clouds by fate. But no one knows that she comes from the future.
The war is coming and the building will collapse. And she had already begun planning a chess game that no one knew about. It was so that my grandfather would not have to experience turmoil in his dying years, so that my brothers could take off their military uniforms alive, and so that the man who silently protected her would not have to look for her afterimage in the ruins.
When everything was settled, several promising British gentlemen arrived as promised to fulfill their promises to her. While drinking and drinking, some people were sighing, some were regretful, and some, with a bit of drunkenness, finally told Feng Ting with a smile what they had not said back then. Only Earl Cavendish, the man whose love was deeper than August's, remained silent.
Until the banquet is over and dusk falls. He walked up to her alone and stood a few steps away, "What about you? What kind of ending did you choose for yourself? Is it still the same as before?"
She broke off a blooming rose, put it into his hand, walked a few steps deeper into the rose bush, and looked back with a smile.
"It's not important. I've been here, that's enough. And the world will always remember the way a flower blooms."
Double ending warning (HE/BE parallel), 2026.2.16//The copy has been archived.
Concept: Roses have their own beautiful color, so why be afraid of Berlin being filled with war smoke?