"Those boys always give me flowers and I don't know how to keep them and they take up space." A complaint from school belle An An
"Throw it away. Don't you know how to reject people?"
The roses piled in the corner of the dormitory were thrown into the trash can. Yan Yu discovered that in the slender vase on Yi Jinan's desk, there was a paper flower - Yan Yu folded it in the activity class and gave it to Jinan because he had no place to put it.
"Does she value this flower so much?" Yan Yu thought for a moment.
"An'an, you still keep it. Any flower you pick from your pile of 'trash' will be prettier than this one."
"You can buy thousands of roses in flower shops, but the flower shop owner will not grow my own roses himself."
"Sister Yan, this is obviously a camellia."
"Well, you are a little different from a rose, more like a camellia."
So you are not suitable for them either, only for me.
Intention: pure love