Once upon a time, there was a prince who loved to raise flowers. He also believed that each flower belongs to a different person. And the little rose was born in the prince's garden. From the day when Rose was a bud, it was the prince who took care of her. In his meticulous care, she carefully from the green room out of the head, happily looking at the world, a large number of princes. Little rose grew up day by day. Every day, she appeared in front of him in the most beautiful way. And he was always smiling, watering her, sheltering her from the wind and rain.
But suddenly another day, little rose found a beautiful rose beside her, so unique, the prince looked at the bud of little rose affectionately, rose smiled, so calm, so elegant. Her fragrance diffuses in the wind, and her petals light with happiness. Just when little rose saw rose, she was overwhelmed. What a beautiful flower!
When the prince came to the garden again, he was immediately moved by the beauty of the rose in the morning light. But he knew that every flower belongs to different people. He didn't care about her. He only had little roses.
But the sensitive rose didn't think so. He saw that the prince would occasionally stare at the rose for a long time, gently sweep away the weeds for her, and be sad for her sigh, and smile for her light. (the jealousy of Hua is so strong)
Gradually, the rose couldn't sleep. Maybe he didn't understand how sensitive and vulnerable rose was. Only his whole love can support the life of the rose.
Careful dressing can't cover up the exhaustion of her life. That day, she watched him leave with affection, turned back, looked at the blooming rose, and said quietly, "rose, I'm leaving. Rose, bloom your beauty, for the prince and for me, OK?
When the prince saw this scene, slowly, he said to her, "my rose, how can you be so stupid? I am yours, you are mine, you should understand, you should know"
Maybe behind every flower, there is a more or less story of dog blood, but the story of rose flower dog blood is touched with a little bit, and after envy, it becomes missing.
