How many thorns have I gone through, just for your fragrance
How many traumas must I go through before I can forget you?
"My mother is dead, she is dead, and I am in her arms. I can even feel every beating she endures. I hear her moans of pain, and then my eyes are as red as blood, like the color of a phoenix flower. I have never seen anything clearly again, never again..." Xu Yishang, the protected princess of the Xu family, the white rose of the Xu family.
Xu Jialan, the king's wing of the Xu family, is a cool blue.
Xu Mansha, the smiling devil, the black princess of the Xu family.
They are all roses, roses with thorns. But Yang Fan, Yang Fan who was supposed to sail out to sea, fell into this rose bush because of his sister Yang Fan. . . . .
"Xu Jialan, do you still remember Mo Feifan?" Yang Fan's eyes were filled with helplessness. . . . .
"I am Xu Jialan, Xiaoyi's sister Xu Jialan. I will never let her get hurt again." Xu Jialan smiled, as if the ice and snow melted in an instant. . . . .
"I'm not wrong, I just want to be loved!" Xu Mansha's voice was filled with endless sadness. . . . .
"I fight for you." Yang Fan's voice was as mellow as aged wine. . . . . .
"I'm not a princess, so I don't need a prince to love me!" In an indifferent voice, Xu Yichang's face remained calm. . . . . .
"Pei Yiyi, I don't care what you call Xu Yichang, you will always be my Pei Yiyi, the Pei Yiyi I want to take back." Suo Bu's eyes were as sinister as an eagle's with wild plunder. . . . .