Two flowers bloom, either as tidal yin or warm yang, dependent on each other and growing together. I am in you, and you are in me.
It was just a strange celestial phenomenon, and a brush with her turned out to be the beginning of a long-cherished wish. In an unheard of world, the warmth, love, smile, and reluctance that passed by were the beginning of happiness or the preface of conspiracy.
Can she, with the growth of infinite darkness and hatred, have a new beginning?
Is he, hand in hand, a pure beauty or a potential enemy?
She, even if she is alone, still smiles. Will she have a beautiful life in another life?
Could he, with his sunshine-like gentleness, be the mask of the angel before the devil?
Twin flowers, double-edged swords, sweetness and pain, struggle and fulfillment.