I threw the hydrangea in the attic, and Ning Wang Xiao Muhan caught it steadily, but threw it to the beggar next to me. "Congratulations to the Prime Minister's Office, God-given marriage!" There was laughter all around, and my father's face was ashen and he was about to refuse. But I said calmly: "Please invite the young master who caught the hydrangea to come into the house for tea." Xiao Muhan was suddenly startled. Only I know that he, like me, was born again.
