Bai Yan has a secret
At night when no one is around, she will uncontrollably think of those days
Almost crazy, crimson.
"He is a rose, the one I can't pick away no matter how much I like it." Bai Yan would accompany him every day to bask in the sun or water him. In her gray world, he is the bright red
"My sick rose, my boy."
Intention: There is nothing wrong with loving someone, please be more generous
