First meeting.
She sat reading a book under the peach tree in his backyard.
At this time, the peach blossoms were blooming vigorously, but her light blue clothes were imprinted in his mind.
Second meeting.
When her sect was recruiting disciples, her qualifications were no less than his, but she insisted on bringing a fox demon into the class.
The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...
He knew that he had already fallen in love with her.