One day, the boys in the class were discussing what flowers some girls looked like.
A certain little follower came up to Li Jialing and asked: "Brother Ling, what kind of flower do you think Lin Ting looks like?"
"Rose" he blurted out
"Rose? But she's not pretty either. She's pretty at best..."
Li Jialing raised his eyebrows and looked at the gorgeous roses blooming outside the window.
"But she has thorns"
Demining: practicing pen writing and writing on a whim
Purpose: Work hard to become a better version of yourself