On the third day of March that year, Yang Xiaosheng met a god for the first time.
I saw the god leaning lazily on the top of the sedan in the firelight, dressed in flowing scarlet clothes, biting a peach blossom leisurely in his mouth, with a smile between his brows and eyes, and an indescribable charm.
Xiao Sheng'er's head refused to fall down, and she just stared with her mouth wide open, neither laughing nor making trouble, as if everything in the world had disappeared.
Peach Blossom Fairy shook her head and sighed helplessly, "Since you think I'm good-looking, how can I bear to destroy your memory?"
Unexpectedly, it was this peach blossom fairy's obsession that ruined Yang Xiaosheng's life.