"Mother Meng, your soup is too sweet, please give me another bowl!"
"What do you think of Huangquan Road, you little girl?"
Zixun would plant a Bianhua flower every time she passed Huangquan Road. Yes, this was her nth time traveling through the road, and she also received the love of Mrs. Meng.
Flowers bloom for a century and wither for a year. In the end... How many lifetimes will she have to wait before she can marry his sweetheart?
The girl walked to the ancient bridge and the quiet lakeside. The mist was filled with tranquility. With thick thoughts, she made a deal with Po Meng...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
