That year the blood dyed the gardenia red, and he became a child without parents and was adopted by his father's friend.
He came to Ji's house holding a pot of gardenias, and Ji Muchuan looked at him coldly.
From being at odds with each other to supporting each other all the way.
"Is it over?"
"It's over"
"Will we be together forever?"
"Will do"
Intention: You are the gentleness blooming all over the mountains and plains