The flowers are buried with a smile, and the fragrance is drunk to death.
She is a fatal floral fragrance in the eyes of the world, lingering and cold;
In the eyes of the world, he is a passionate and handsome man, romantic and ruthless.
The fate of the clouds and waves has locked them tightly, blooming the clearest flowers in the dark night.
A fragrant sword, a song that wraps around the fingers.
Conception: