On Women's Day, some roses were given out in the park. I quickly put them into bottles after I got them, so they bloomed very well and were plumper than artificial flowers.
Later, my colleague gave me two more to keep together. One of them had been soaked for a day and slowly opened. The other one had been soaked for two days and had no intention of opening at all.
I told him, Little Rose, please give me some strength, now I'm missing you. But then I thought about it and felt it was wrong. Wouldn't this put a lot of pressure on him? This is not good...
Forget it, Mei Bao, listen to me. If you want to bloom, you can bloom. If you don't want to bloom, don't be cheerful. Not everyone has to be successful, and not every flower has to bloom. Roses are short-lived, so you can be happy as long as you want~
I am not short of water and will always support you.
Intent: This is the author's personal diary. There is no outline or synopsis. The author himself does not know what will happen tomorrow. It is just a complaint and record, recording what really happened in the author's three-dimensional society.