She is a gray rose, sandwiched among red, red and blue roses. The clerk saw that she was strange and kept her. Suddenly one day, she had an idea. She didn't want to be an ordinary rose.
He was an unlucky man, and the girl he liked also rejected his red rose. When he was desperate, the gray rose in his hand bloomed. After thinking for a long time, he faced the world with a smile.
All chance encounters are foreshadowing laid long ago.
All love and love turn into the warmth of the world.
It is everywhere and moisturizes things silently.
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The clerk, or the clerk?
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Intention: Beauty in the world