The young man said: "You just happened to be passing by and accidentally made the rose lose its color. I have no choice but to blame the rose on the culprit."
Shao Jin said: "My canary, this is the anklet I made for you. It will look really good when you wear it."
Shuangyu danced barefoot on the smooth floor with a rose in his hand. The silver chain on his right bare body hit the floor again and again with the dance. The crisp sound of the chain echoed in the old villa area. The breeze swayed through the candlelight. Shuangyu's back extended all the way to the window sill. There was a patch of roses planted there. The roses did not dare to speak for fear of quarreling with the two lovers who were sleeping under the flowers.
Concept: To be loved, one must look good.