Every woman has a marriage, just as every woman has a rose. Every marriage holds a story, and every love has its own tale. Flowers may bloom in dazzling fragrance or wither and fall; love may be tender and fulfilled, or leave behind betrayal and regret. Miss Hu married at twenty, and through a twist of fate became the wife of the man she had loved in her dreams. She became Mrs. Zhou in name only, trying every trick in the book to win her husband's heart and save their marriage. But in the end, the spring breeze lost its strength and every flower withered. Miss Hu's love became nothing more than a mosquito stain on the wall, while she could never overcome the cinnabar mole in her husband's heart. What will become of Miss Hu and her marriage?
