In her previous life, she was a little red flower that bloomed in the gentle breeze of May.
No sorrow, no sorrow.
Until I met him.
In his previous life, he was an avenger, struggling in a blood feud.
Missed along the way, forgotten along the way.
Until I met her.
In this life, she regained her red makeup, but it was no longer as bright as before.
Picking up the fallen red flowers all over the ground, the sadness all over the ground.
I can't forget him in my heart.
In this life, he is the same as before, but with an extra hidden secret.
Search all the way, remember all the way.
Is there a flower blooming quietly in your heart?
Can that flower be called red medicine?