That year, when she first met him: "Senior, do you know the flower language of white roses?" Later, when they met again, she asked him again: "Sir, do you also like white roses?" Later, he gave her a bouquet of white roses, and she said: "The white roses have been tempered, and love no longer exists." (Absolutely doting, double strength. The heroine likes to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and the hero is domineering and coquettish.) This is a love story from school uniforms to wedding dresses, welcome to the pit...
Intention: I hope everyone likes it.