When I was young, I thought that the palace walls were very high and the flowers peeking out from the walls were out of reach.
Looking back suddenly, the wind of late spring was biting and cold, and the Qionghua flowers were much more prosperous than before. I thought that the palace wall would block everything, but now I looked again, and the Qionghua petals fell into my hands.
Qionghua is still Qionghua, but people are no longer good friends.
Intention: Kill each other