I like lotus, its light fragrance, its light pink color, its graceful elegance, its clear lotus without being demonic, its tenderness like water... In my eyes, there is nothing but love and affection. Just like the girl with a lilac-like resentment in the rain alley, she can't wave it away or go away in her dream. Except her figure is still its figure, except her beauty is still her beauty. Peony? Rose? Lily? Chrysanthemum? Facing these harem beauties, I am like a picky gourmet and an artist pursuing perfection. I always feel that they are missing something and cannot give me a complete feeling of joy. Maybe this is the reason why I prefer Lian!
