Insight

Phedra Elizabeth went out, and stood in front of the flower tree that was blooming at night, tears falling non-stop, petals fluttering, landing on Phedra Elizabeth's eyelids. Phedra Elizabeth lightly plucked a flower, crushed it, and dropped it on the ground.

“No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will fade. Love also blooms like flowers jostling each other to bloom, when they die, it's also a colorless flower that no one needs. If the flower wither is due to not being able to resist, being weak and then sowing the fate of others, then no matter how beautiful, no matter how beautiful, even if there is no comparable flower, it will die."

"The saddest thing is that the most beautiful flower loses to a flower that is not even a real flower, does not show off its color, does not give off a fragrance but is eye-catching, sparkling in the eyes of those who cherish that flower."

“What do I see now? I should have paid more attention to his actions from the beginning. I should have known t