Hand-held flower baskets sell lovesickness.
The bitter and sweet lovesickness in this world. After all, it has to be passed down from generation to generation.
If lovesickness can be betrayed, ruthlessness becomes affection.
Whether it's unrequited love or dual love. It's all about finding the right buyer.
This stupid lovesickness has to be bought by stupid people.
After cold food, it rains, and the West Lake washes red. Just one glance and a lifetime of entanglement.