The Counterattack of the 28-Year-Old Fashion Queen

Twenty-eight years ago, when we were young and frivolous, we were a light in each other's hearts. Many years later, the leader in the business world, what kind of me am I, and what kind of him is he? ———————————————————— The bright roses are dazzlingly red in the white snow, like stains of blood. I felt like it was the blood that seeped out after my heart was broken. And I am not just a bloody rose, falling powerlessly in this cold snowy night, quietly waiting for myself to wither and die slowly. My weak petals can no longer withstand the wanton cold wind, so let the white snow bury me. Soon, there will only be endless white left between heaven and earth. No one will remember that a blood-red rose once bloomed here.