In the vast land, all things are born in the four seasons and wither in response to the times. The plum blossoms accumulated in winter are competing for their beauty, but little did they know that camellia came into existence at the right time. The white snow and plum blossoms are the most proud, and the blood-stained camellia is even more passionate.
"In this life, my body is stained with camellia. It's not for that reason. I look after my husband. If you bear me so much, I will be reincarnated with camellia as a red city." Aunt Yu gently picked up a camellia petal, and her white and tender hands were soaked with blood. Wherever my fingers touched, the petals were as red as maple, dazzling and eye-catching.
Jin Jue suddenly collapsed to the ground with fright. Recalling the deep love in the past, he could only hold Yugu's hands tightly and murmured to himself: "I was a poor scholar and fell to the wall of the house. Who knew that if I didn't meet my wife to sprinkle nectar, how could the dead branches bloom in spring. Today My wife has gone without knowing that she is still alive in the coffin. I thank you for this beautiful dress and go to the yellow dust to admire the flowers in the city." Then he took out the half of the dagger in his boots and killed himself. Before he came, he put the bloody camellia flower on her temples and whispered: "I... Was wrong..."