A trace of blood flowed from Xu Jiang's mouth, and he lay gently in Xia Qian's arms. "I am a flower seller. I have been a cheap person all my life. Meeting you is the most fulfilling thing for me." He stretched out his blood-covered hand and gently touched Xia Qian's face. "No... No... You must be well, ambulance." It'll be there soon! ..." "Don't waste your efforts. No one can keep me if God wants me. My favorite flower is roses. Countless flowers come out of my hands every day, but I haven't received any from others..." "Q, hold on, let's buy the biggest bunch" "No chance, You must give me a bouquet of roses in your next life..." After that, he closed his eyes and lowered his hands secretly. "Wake me up... Don't you listen to me the most? Don't sleep..." In the heavy rain, only Xia Qian's crying and inarticulate words were left...
"Boy! Come and see the roses? 20 Yuan a bunch..."!
Intention: keep the love