Twelve years ago, there was a fire, and on that piece of land burned by the flames, two roses bloomed. The red rose was as hot as fire, and the white rose was as bright as frost. But in a person's life, only one rose could be left in the end. Some things are a coincidence, and some things are destined. Going around and around, is one of the roses falling into mud, or is it that the rose in the flames cannot bloom at all?
Intention: Treat the person in front of you with all your heart
