Ten years ago, in a hospital filled with the smell of medicine, a young boy with bloodshot eyes huddled in the corner of the corridor, clasping his hands. He didn't know what to do. Faced with the news of his mother's death, he didn't even shed a tear. . . He just looked at the ground quietly, looking at the shallow footprints left by passers-by in the hospital. Suddenly, a little girl broke away from her mother's hands and ran towards him. He raised his head and she lowered her head. They looked at each other like this. The little girl handed a flower in her hand to his hand. . . . . He looked down at his hands, tears soaking the corners of his sleeves. He looked up suddenly, but the little girl was gone. He and she were destined to meet ten years later, and a love story bound by the language of flowers began. . . . . .
Purpose: Love itself brings beauty to people, it not only brings happiness to people, but also helps both parties grow together.