She is a demon and he is a human, but they fall in love.
He gave her an armful of daisies, which he thought the fox demon would like.
She gave him a bouquet of plum blossoms, which she thought a scholar like him would like.
She didn't like daisies, and he didn't like plum blossoms.
But because it was him/her who gave it to me, the flower I love most in this life is this kind of flower.
After his death, she searched for him to find his reincarnation, but it seemed that she came a step too late every time...
(Ps, I feel that the writing style of this article is not very good, so I want to re-open a new book, still talking about this content, wait for me)
(The author himself is terrible at copywriting, and he is the worst at writing copywriting. It may be be or he, because he didn't write an outline hehe)
Intention: Sometimes giving up is also a kind of love