The young Marquis picked up a delicate and tender crabapple flower at the windy and sandy border. However, this crabapple flower was so beautiful that it had mutated and seemed to be covered with thorns! The young Marquis thought about how to hold this prickly begonia flower tightly in his hand every day.
Little Marquis: Beauty~ Hey, that's not right! Little beauty~ How about you go with me?
Little Beauty: ...(Continues to pack the package and gives a blank look)
All the subordinates glanced at their Marquis: ... (We will just watch you embarrassed alone)