Xia Wei stood in a large flower field, a world connected by white roses and holly leaves.
The sky and the earth are overwhelming, and the vast distance is silent.
The wind picked up, and the pale petals were like free white flames, floating in the air, messy, intertwined, and gently swirling.
Like a dance to honor the dead.
Millions of white roses, millions of hollies. Countless petals and wind, green leaves and light, as light as a butterfly.
Xia Wei kept standing, surrounded by the hazy rain made of white rose petals.
It seems like millions of years have passed.
What can she do? She fell in love with a devil.
She was waiting for the devil to turn around and pin the rose dripping with blood on his chest.