The Story of Peach Blossoms: Human Faces Reflect the Spring Breeze

Under a peach tree that was in full bloom, there was a simple wine stall. A delicate "peach" character was embroidered on the green cloth cover, swaying gently in the wind. Sitting behind the stall was a woman in plain clothes, lowering her head and concentrating on ladling the wine in the pottery vat. She was facing him sideways, unable to see the whole picture. All she could see was her black hair, which was loosely tied up, and a peach wood hairpin stuck diagonally on her temples. Everything is ordinary. But the moment his eyes touched the peach wood hairpin, his heart suddenly palpitated. Countless chaotic fragments suddenly flashed before his eyes - the scorching peach blossom forest, and a figure in fierce red clothes turned around and smiled at him...