Yan Yan

“One was like a red rose, and the other was like a white rose. He liked both, but his vanity made him choose the red rose at that time. However, during the years with the red rose, he had never forgotten the white rose.

After a long time, he got tired of the red rose, so the red rose became mosquito blood, and the white rose became the white moonlight, which made him yearn, and she was more suitable for a wife than the red rose. This was the answer, but there was no way to tell the truth to Jiang Qi.”
― Yan Yan