She wanted to have a proper romance with Lu Bai.
She never had the chance to have a romance with Lu Bai.
Even though mutual feelings lasted for years, they never confessed, always missing each other in the wrong time.
"I love you," Lu Bai said.
"I love you too," Lu Xiaojiu smiled as she responded to his confession.
Lu Bai gently stroked her cheek, feeling satisfied to hear those words. Even if a bullet pierced his heart at this moment, he would die without regrets. Knowing her feelings, even if it was a disguise, he was content, how tragic.
He kissed her on the brow, holding her hand, wanting to walk together forever.
By the roadside florist, the flowers were splendid. Lu Bai smiled at Lu Xiaojiu, "What flowers do you like?"
"Roses," Lu Xiaojiu said.
Yellow tulips bloomed brightly in the store. Lu Xiaojiu suddenly remembered their sad meaning — love without hope. Such a sorrowful flower, it was better to choose another flower to like.
