Nianshang+Yu Luoheng*Tang Weiqing+he
A teacher from Qingleng University studied in the Department of Sculpture, a rich second generation student
"Do you know the flower language of white camellia?" Yu Luoheng handed over an oil-paper umbrella, his eyes lowered, showing no emotion.
"What?" Tang Weiqing took it subconsciously. When he reacted, he found that the person in front of him had turned and left.
It wasn't until Yu Luoheng's clothes disappeared at the entrance of the alley and could no longer be found that Tang Weiqing took out his mobile phone that was wet with rain.
"The flower language of white camellia... How can you despise my love."
Intention: How can you despise my love.