The roses I had carefully cultivated for seven months were still withering. They bloomed so beautifully during the coldest period of last winter. When I was buying flowers, the florist told me that this kind of rose had only ornamental value and could only be viewed in a vase. It would not bloom for long and would not take root. But it was so beautiful and perfectly met every requirement I had for a rose. I couldn't help admiring its beauty, so much so that in the end I couldn't get rid of it.
Intention: Girls, they always have to emerge from the cocoon of love and become a butterfly.