Returning Astray

Xu Xiaojing walked in a daze on a wrong road for twenty years, and then died tragically in an accident. Only her high school senior, Gu Simiao, laid a bouquet of flowers on her grave. From then on, every year rain or shine, I just presented a bouquet of flowers and then stood quietly in front of the tomb without saying a word. Xu Xiaojing couldn't understand why Gu Simiao did this. Until one rainy day. A bouquet of irises was placed in front of her grave. Gu Simiao held the umbrella and remained silent as usual. She suddenly recalled clearly a question she had asked with a smile on that sunny afternoon more than ten years ago when she was still next to Gu Simiao. "President, what is the flower language of iris?" The other party turned the pages of the book with a calm expression. [Desperate love. ]