The flower language of white daisies is the love hidden deep in the heart.
Jiang Xubai's seventeen years were spent struggling in the mud. The neglect of his family and the cold looks from others made him accustomed to hiding himself in corners, even breathing with caution and exhaustion.
Xu Nianhe's seventeen-year-old life was lonely amidst the excitement. Her parents' preference was always given to others, and her place was just an extra pair of chopsticks at the dinner table.
Two people forgotten by the world became roommates.
She placed a small white daisy on the corner of his desk. It was the first tenderness he had received in his seventeen years of life.
He put the flowers into the textbook and marked the date, as if he was hiding a secret that could not be told.
She took him to see the daisies all over the mountains and fields. She held his hand on the rooftop and said, "We want to get through this year together and take the exam to the south." That was the only bright day in his gloomy life.
Later, there was no agreement to go to the south together.
The daisies all over the mountain are still in full bloom every year, saying for them the words they never had time to say.
This is a story about encounter, redemption and regret.
Purpose: Even if it is born in mud, it deserves to be treated with tenderness; even if it ends in ashes, love itself has never been let down.