Bai Yan has a secret.
On nights when no one is around, she can't help remembering those days,
almost mad, and crimson.
"He's a rose, one I can never pluck no matter how much I love him." Bai Yan will keep him company as he basks in the sun each day, or water him. In her gray world, he is that one vivid splash of red.
"My sick rose, my boy."
Theme: There's nothing wrong with loving someone, so love them without restraint.
