No matter how hard she tried, she could never forget the sight of the young man sitting on her windowsill and cutting off the delicate stem of the Phalaenopsis with one hand.
Then he turned around and asked her with a smile, do you know how long it takes for a flower to bloom?
She always wondered how there could be such a person in the world.
So ruthless, so decisive, so evil yet able to make people laugh, so crazy and desperate.
He knows her better than she does and cherishes her more than she does.
Love her more than love, until he can leave the completeness she gave, until he can make the killed flower in her heart bloom again.
What is wrapped in the stamen is resentment. What the petals bloom is the abyss.
Whose salvation am I waiting for in the long endless night?
Just like he said, my life is all a game, except for you.
I am so dependent on you, and only we can rely on each other until the day the world ends.
I have truly loved someone for as long as a flower blooms.
[Background music]: "No one loves you more than me"
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