"You don't know, every time I look into his eyes, I always think it's you," Lu Xiaojiu said. "I know I'm foolish, and I also know this is unfair to Tian Yi, but I'm just too infatuated, and I didn't even say to him once, Tian Yi, don't imitate Lu Bai, you are you, Lu Bai is Lu Bai. Am I too terrible?"
Lu Xiaojiu rubbed the yellow tulips, tears bursting out, "Why did I fall for yellow tulips for no reason? It's an ominous flower. You must have liked the wrong flower, that's why we ended up like this."
Unrequited love.
Such sad floral symbolism.
"It must be because we liked the wrong flowers."
"I'm truly ridiculous."
...
"Aunt Ling, when did you get here?" Lu Xiaojiu cried uncontrollably, not noticing Aunt Ling standing behind her, nor knowing how long she'd been there, with reddened eyes. She also held a bouquet of yellow tulips.
"I've been here for a while," Aunt Ling said, walking over to place the bouquet down. "Actually, Ah Bai likes tulips because you like tulips."
