That year, the cherry blossoms were snowing heavily, and the pink cherry blossoms dancing in the wind welcomed the little life of Xinyuan.
The Yang family happily celebrated the birth of the Yang family's young master.
The flower spirits and tree spirits had a collective carnival for the newly born elf.
The wheels of fate of Yang Yifan and Linglong were interlocking with each other in the swirling snow, slowly turning at the pace of time.