The Super Pickle and the Rose
One day, a few friends invited Pickle to visit a nursery. In the nursery, Pickle saw a flower - an extraordinarily beautiful flower. Her petals were like velvet, perfectly expressing the delicacy and perfection of life. Her color was bright yet dignified, as if she had accumulated energy for several lifetimes before subtly revealing it. Her flowers were half-open and half-closed, elegant and reserved, graceful and dignified, all in this state of being about to bloom but not yet fully bloomed.
This was truly a rare beauty that had fallen from the sky. Pickle was stunned, staring at the flower, he became dumbfounded, unaware of the year or month, who he was, or where he stood. At this moment, in his eyes, the world only had that flower. If I could live with this flower and see her every day, I would willingly die. Pickle thought to himself, asking the foxtail grass beside him what the flower's name was. The foxtail grass told him that the flower was called Rose, and Pickle deeply engraved it in his heart.
From then on, he began to learn everything about roses. One day, when someone told him that roses were of noble birth and romantic in nature, his heart ached. He knew he was poor and had no connection to romance, let alone nobility. Although he now had some abilities, they couldn't change his identity. For the rose, he could only look up. Every time he thought about this, he hated his parents and resented heaven for making him a pickle, yet allowing him to meet the rose.
Fate, you are too merciless! Pickle cried out in his heart, yet he was so unwilling. Since he met the rose, he walked a long distance to the nursery every day, secretly hiding outside the wall to watch the rose. Each time he watched the rose, he filled with hope and also filled with inferiority complex. He wanted to express his love to the rose, but he didn't have the courage. He was afraid of rejection and being hurt, but not expressing his feelings meant he wouldn't be willing. After suffering for a long time, he came up with a method - entrusting the butterfly to deliver his message. This way, even if he was rejected, he wouldn't lose face. The butterfly went, and he waited anxiously for a reply. After a long wait, the butterfly finally returned with a message: the rose said that Pickle would have to become a superhero to be with her.
The butterfly sighed while saying this, but Pickle was filled with joy. He saw hope. For the sake of the rose, he decided to start striving towards the goal of becoming a superhero from now on, until he transformed himself into a superhero and married the rose.
People say the power of love is strong, but in fact, the power of beauty is the strongest. Women spare no expense for beauty, and men often spare no expense for beautiful women. Just look at Pickle to know.