Shu Cigui knelt down on one knee, holding flowers and a ring, to propose to Li Yunsu, whom he had admired for a long time.
What Shu Cigui held in his hands was not a bright rose, but a snow-white camellia.
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"I don't like roses, I like white camellia, that's my favorite flower."
"I hope that in the future, someone will marry me with white camellia."
That year, the girl made a wish at her birthday party to marry Shu Cigui, and she finally got her wish.
The young man came to marry her with white camellia.
"Rose is too noble, white camellia is enough."
"Thank you, Shu Cigui."
"Thank you, Li Yunsu."
Intention: love