When he woke up in the morning and opened the window, Ye Yi saw that the yard was full of blood-colored Bianhua flowers. They were very beautiful. The colors were so enchanting and scary that they overshadowed the poppies. They were bright and strange, a kind of dark nobility, very contradictory, just like seductive and pure things blended together and yet they seemed so harmonious.
He rubbed his eyes and saw that he was right, it seemed to bloom overnight.
The elderly servant was holding his chest next to him, "It's so unlucky. It rained, why did this evil thing suddenly grow..."
Intention: People should not be blinded by hatred