"The language of the lychee rose is protection, sweet love, first love, and unwavering devotion."
1.
The year Ji Zhi turned twenty, she received a bouquet of lychee roses. The roses were paired with pale pink baby's breath, and the wrapping was a little rough, clearly done by hand. After hesitating for a moment, Ji Zhi chose to reject the sender's heartfelt gesture and threw the bouquet away. Before leaving, she looked back at the flowers in the trash can.
The person she loved would never give her flowers.
2.
The year Ji Zhi turned twenty-five, she received lychee roses again, along with the red satin brocade box she had last seen five years ago.
"The language of the lychee rose is protection, sweet love, first love, and unwavering devotion."
He Qianjiang stood before Ji Zhi, holding out a bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped helium balloon. The satin brocade box was tied to the balloon.
"You know I'm allergic to pollen, so I'll only propose once."
Ji Zhi smiled. "It's fine. I'm not allergic. I can propose."
"Then why don't you propose every day, and I'll say yes every day? How about that?"
3.
"Why do you want to cure me?"
"They say a doctor can't heal themselves, but by helping you, I can heal myself too."
Theme: I want to be the bridge connecting your reality and your spirit
