The red rose in the capital is admired for a long time* Ling Beiyu, the son of a proud family
Ling Beiyu once felt the most turbulent love in the world, just like a rushing river, but in the end the river bed dried up. He kept trying every method to remedy it, but it was all to no avail. The once rich river bank turned into a barren wasteland, and no more red roses could be cultivated.
He could only watch helplessly as the roses gradually withered and withered, eventually turning into a handful of loess.
Intention: I don't see you everywhere, but you are everywhere
