That year, at night in Chang'an, he picked her out from the crowd at a glance. Inexplicably, he handed the lantern to her with the wind of his palm. Looking at her who was still in a daze, he smiled evilly, as bright as a flower.
Dare I ask the girl her name?
She was holding a colorful glazed lantern, her white clothes were flowing, and her pretty face was half-hidden.
Young Master, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding.
Yes, misunderstanding. Who started the misunderstanding first, and who misunderstood whose life.
But he didn't believe it in the end. He thought at that time that misunderstanding was also the beginning of fate!
That year, the jade-faced red peony root made a romantic young man.
That year, the young girl came here just to see the jade-faced red peony root.