I wonder if the white camellia flowers are stained with someone's blood.
He is a romantic by nature, wandering back to the land of fireworks all day long, intoxicated by the singing and dancing of orioles. But his ambition is world-wide, and no one can judge him.
He has a mediocre nature, and the white camellia forest dominates his world. He has no hope of getting involved in the mortal world, and he has accepted the evil fate.
Can't bear to remember, afraid of losing. This is his love.
He can calculate everything in the world, and he also knows every move of everyone in the world. He cannot understand the word "love" alone.
He said, it's nothing more than achievement, so why bother to persevere.
He said, It's not that I can't figure it out, it's that I don't dare to respond. I'm afraid, Nan will not even have any bones left in the end.
Because, this red thread was wrapped around Yao Ning's hand for thousands of times.