The flower language of the single blue enchantress: Staying together is a promise. How can we have a tender affection in the reincarnation of the world? The flower language of the double blue enchantress: Meeting is a kind of fate, and the intersection of souls gives us endless romantic feelings. I don't want to give you red roses, companionship is my longest love confession. Promises are illusory. Only long-term companionship can make you believe that I will not leave you alone and face life blankly.
Conception: