Back in high school, a book called Flower Season, Rainy Season was all the rage. It said that sixteen was the flower season and seventeen was the rainy season. Now Cui Xin thinks that every woman is in her flower season before thirty. Once she passes thirty, the blossoms begin to wilt.
And she, Cui Xin, is on her way to becoming a wilted flower. How can she not sigh at that?
