From school to society, from poverty to wealth, to him, she was a delicate rose that turned all living beings upside down, and a sonorous rose who shared joys and sorrows;
An accidental encounter, an inadvertent collision of hearts, to him, she is a maverick and stubborn rose, and she is also the rose that the tiger in his heart sniffs.
Given the choice again, would she rather be a rose or a rose?
Would she choose him, or him?