She asked the Buddha, how can we tell who is the right one? Buddha said, don't take off, don't take off...
Three hundred years ago, he walked towards her. His eyes were blurry and he seemed drunk. He leaned down, caressed the petals and smiled seductively. It captivated her.
He said, "This flower is so beautiful!" Then he took off his clothes. "Crash..."
After that, he walked away gracefully. She was still a flower demon, slumped and messy in the wind...
Three hundred years later, by chance, he and she came down to earth together. Before reincarnation, his charming face was full of seriousness. He said, "I will remember you."
She replied, "I will definitely remember you." Her tone was firm and she meant every word.
He was surprised, "Why do I feel that you and what I said are not the same thing..."
She smiled slightly, "It's too late!"
From then on, she began what she thought was the "road of repaying kindness", and it was a long journey...