When the Moon Sets, Flowers Bloom

Xie Wuyang had lived for three thousand three hundred years, and never imagined that one day someone would block her path with candied hawthorns.

“To repay you for saving my life, I'll give myself to you. No, wait, I'll give you candied hawthorns!”

The flower spirit held up two bright red skewers, smiling with crescent eyes. Her name was Yun Rui. She had taken human form less than a hundred years ago, and her greatest dreams were to sample every delicacy in the Three Realms and see all the world's splendor. She knew nothing of the War God of the Heavenly Realm or the three-foot barrier. She only knew that the person before her was so cold, so beautiful, and so tempting to get close to...

Xie Wuyang didn't take the candied hawthorns. But she didn't leave, either.

When three thousand years of ice meet a spring flower, the ice will melt. But when the flower blooms, winter is far from over.