Iris Flavor Alpha (Qinshu)
The first time we met was at dusk when cicadas were noisy...
The first time I confessed my love was on a bright summer night...
Qin Shu looked at the retreating figure, her eyes dazzled by the sand blown by the wind. She thought: It turns out that she is not Cupid. Her arrows can only hit the target, but not the person's heart...
Until spring, she saw dandelions on the roadside scattering in the wind...
The flower language of dandelion is: love that cannot stay. Love is hard to retain, with freedom and reluctance.
Summer has arrived as promised, but their summer has disappeared.
Intention: growth