"Do you believe in the miracles brought by osmanthus?" A beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes said, looking at a huge osmanthus tree.
"I don't believe in sweet-scented osmanthus, but I believe in red leaves. You see, even though it's winter and the sweet-scented osmanthus has long since withered, the red leaves next to the sweet-scented osmanthus still cherish its old branches."
The woman in red court clothes next to her looked at her seriously and said
Intention: There will always be someone to heal your troubles