Countless mornings, we passed each other. It turns out that romance is all your lies. I am very grateful that we met that day. Fortunately, we met.
From falling in love to parting, to the end they were strangers.
What happened? Our beginning seemed absurd, and the process seemed a little strange. The end, do we have an end?
It's me who's ordinary, not you.
We said we didn't necessarily see each other, so why did we see them again?
Concept: Based on the flower language of camellia, they met by chance in a flower shop, and the two got to know each other gradually, until they finally fell in love. The accumulated conflicts broke through the last line of defense and finally broke up. When we meet again, we are enemies.