Jiang Yan handed the gift box to Ji Fan
He hid his secret in these bouquets of flowers
Jiang Yan said: "Here are 16 daisies, given to you when you are 16 years old."
Jifan put the gift box aside
Ji Fan said: "Next year it will be 17 branches."
Jiang Yan raised his head, and Ji Fan's dark eyes were reflected in his eyes.
Jiang Yan thought: When the petals of the daisy become dry one by one, when it is no longer full of vitality, his secret will be taken away with it.
Jiang Yan thought: There won't be 17 daisies next year.
Intention: You are my sense of security