He said, "I sell your flowers for much less than their cost. Every bouquet of flowers I sell is as if they were sent to her from afar."
He pruned those flowers again and again, striving to achieve perfection.
Although he felt that no amount of flowers could match her beauty, fortunately, the shape was at least eye-catching and barely matched.
Unfortunately, not even a single petal of the flowers she pruned day and night could fall into her hands.
Three years later, he finally set foot on his hometown.
The box in his hand contains the last little rose on earth.
Li Mei, roses are like you, but I'm afraid I won't have enough time to grow old with you, and I only look forward to the rest of my life.
Yu Qiu, please walk slowly and wait for me.
Intention: love