"The laurel on his head represents the possibility of success. He has a heart that truly believes in dreams, his left hand holding a white rose, symbolizing purity and passion, innocence and ignorance. The little white dog at his feet symbolizes the fool, acting on instinct like an animal."
"Standing on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the vast sky, fearless, even though he was about to fall off, but he believed that life would support him."
Dongfang Yi laughed, "Enough talk, if there's the sun, choose the sun."
Everyone nodded in agreement, having decided to choose the sunniest option; thus, when they saw a jester standing on the cliff basking in the sunlight, they straightforwardly picked it without a second thought.
What could be sunnier than the sun? It's the utmost yang.
"It's the eighth round, we should send out invitations now," Meimei said.
Gao Xin said indifferently, "No, don't send them."
