Five years ago, she hated him for going to the United States to study without saying a word. Five years later, she looked at the man in front of her and responded lightly: "Director Bai, hello..."
"Yan Xi, do you hate me that much?"
"No, I hate myself"
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"Bai Anqing, give you a bouquet of platycodon," she said with a smile, "do you know what platycodon means?"
That year you left, like a white dove flying into the sky, I sang softly among the platycodons, singing a platycodon song. If I turned into platycodon, you would be my platycodon dove.
Concept: Platycodon—waiting for sincere and unchanging love