Another year, vines full of red roses covered the wall, and several threads were wrapped around Bingfa's tombstone. The man knelt down on one knee, full of rage, and did not dare to let him get close. His gentle touch felt like touching the tip of a knife. In fact, like broken crystal hitting the stone tablet, it was a man's tears. The rose was as red as fire, like a man's strong love.
Intention: Love only one person