"No, Miyuan, I... I don't like you"
"Well, I know"
He gave him the white camellia he picked.
At first, Chu Lin didn't understand
Deep love is always late, but love is delayed.
Only later did he truly understand what he wanted.
He gave him his red rose
But the two of them ended up falling in a pool of blood.
The surrounding area is filled with white camellias and red roses.
Intention: abuse