Wu Yao has been to many islands, but he has never found an island full of flowers.
One day, a man with dyed blond hair stopped her and said, "Stop looking, I know where the island you want is."
So she followed the man to an island.
But where are the flowers on this barren and barren island?
Wu Yao glanced at his handsome features.
"Where are the flowers?"
The wet and salty sea breeze ruffled the man's blond hair, and he looked back and smiled.
"I'm not?"
Intention: Born toward the sun and grows tenaciously
