Douluo Daluthe Story of a Flower

"I said, have you decided on a name as a human being?" Her light, soft pink-purple hair was blown by the wind. The woman leaned against the tree trunk, looked at the child, and asked casually. "I don't know!" The woman sneered, unsheathed her sword an inch, and the reflected cold sword light shone on the child's face. Her weak body immediately trembled, and she hurriedly said: "But I seem to have a special liking for one word!" After listening, the woman said coldly: "Tell me." "Look, that's it." The child pointed to the pattern on the ground made of temporarily broken twigs. The woman took a closer look and finally couldn't help but reached out and grabbed her ears, "Are you kidding me? This is obviously a ghost talisman!" The child on the weaker side jumped in pain and yelled: "Ehhhh?! It hurts! It's the word 'Ran'! You obviously don't understand!" The woman is no longer merciful, and her subordinates are in trouble—— 3——2——1—— "I was wrong." The child covered his buzzing head and muttered. This look of someone on the verge of tears is really both infuriating and funny. … Years later, the woman still remembers the scene when they first met and every bit of their subsequent interactions. … Purpose: Write a story about those years