Flowers Fall Without Help

A super luxurious Lamborghini sports car stopped slowly on a quiet street corner. The car window slowly opened, and a tall man sat there with narrowed eyes. He exudes a cold aura, is dressed in a brand-name Italian handmade suit, and has a natural domineering and arrogant look on his handsome face. A young woman wearing a light blue dress was walking on the sidewalk not far from him. She had straight black hair that reached her hips and a beautiful figure. The poem says: There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful, her eyebrows are like green feathers, her muscles are like white snow, her waist is like a bunch of silk, and her teeth are like shells. It's her! It's really her! …