"I like him, but he doesn't know and can't know!"
Wei Chen breathed out, stared into Mo Bai's eyes, and said seriously: "I... I seem to have fallen in love with you."
Mo Bai smiled, hugged Wei Chen gently, and whispered in his ear: "Yes, me too."
That year, the roses bloomed again. The difference was that the two teenagers turned into one boy, and the other boy fell among the rose bushes, and his blood blended with the delicate roses...
Intention: This world is not only beautiful, nor is it always fair
