"I don't think I can take it anymore. I saw you today. You still seemed sad. I wanted to wrap my arms around you. Hug you. Telling you it's going to be fine. But my roses would have hurt you."
He watched out of the window seeing the sweet flowers which seemed so innocent. They reminded him of that boy he loved. He let out a whimper because of the pain. But he could only think about the boy he loved. The boy, whose name was written on the box. The boy, named Dong Sicheng
