"The flower language of the lychee rose is protection, sweet love, first love, and loyalty."
1.
Ji Zhi received a bouquet of lychee roses when she was twenty years old. The rose bouquet was equipped with light pink bubble flowers. The packaging was a bit rough, and it looked like she had packed it herself. After hesitating for a moment, Ji Zhi chose to disappoint the flower sender and threw it away. Before leaving, she took a deep look back at the bouquet in the trash can.
The person she loves will not give her flowers.
2.
On Ji Zhi's twenty-fifth birthday, she once again received lychee roses and a red satin brocade box after five years.
"The flower language of the lychee rose is protection, sweet love, first love, and loyalty."
He Qianjiang stood in front of Ji Zhi holding a handful of heart-shaped hydrogen balloons and presented her with a bouquet and a satin brocade box tied with hydrogen balloons.
"You know I'm allergic to pollen, so I'm only going to propose once."
Ji Zhi raised his lips and smiled softly, "It's okay, I'm not allergic, I can ask for it."
"Then you ask every day and I agree every day, how about that?"
3.
"Why do you want to cure me?"
"They say healers can't heal themselves, but you can heal yourself, too."
Intention: I would like to be the bridge connecting your reality and spirit