One day, Ming Xiao met the young lady who gave her a rose. The rose in her hand was fragrant and beautiful but full of thorns. Just one more glance at Rose and Miss Rose, Ming Xiao accepted and kept the rose, hid it at home and took it as her own...
"Do you like me?"
"Like"
"How much I like it"
"I will give you my heart and keep it forever. It will tell you how sincere and passionate my love for you is."
"Really! From now on, your heart only belongs to me."
"No, everything about me belongs to you, including my heart."
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"Do you know why I gave you a rose?"
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"When I first met it, I thought it was a lot like me. It was fragile and could only protect itself by wrapping itself with sharp thorns."
"Then, it should be more like me. When the thorns are removed, only holes will remain."
"No! You are different from it. I will protect you"
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Intention: attack and receive