The story of Qiu Man Shu Feier's "Bone China"

I bloom like a flower,

and die like a flower,

The only thing I cannot forget,

is what you gave me of love,

If possible, I will pray to the gods to let you take away my immortal dead branches, from petal kiss to stump. If my resentful spirit scares you, please don't be afraid, let alone throw away my bone china, because I just hate you. What can compare to the beauty of your appearance and the tenderness of your deep kiss?

A beautiful love story, but unfortunately, my answer is not what you want. Feel sorry!