Her smile blooms alone like a bright flower on a sunny day. In front of others, she is witty and cute, with a strong sense of justice, but behind her back she is prone to sentimentality and is often in a daze. But it was she who met him by chance. Zhuo Yan Lian was originally an immature flower demon. It had long been conscious, breathing the fresh air of the mountains every day and enjoying the essence of nature. However, it was almost broken by a group of people exploring the mountains. Fortunately, it was stopped halfway... How did you get in? Leave quickly or I'll call the police! ... Who are you? She looked at him with a horrified look on her face... No, nothing will happen to you, I won't let anything happen to you. Aman sobbed, holding the corner of his clothes tightly with her hands, her eyes were red, and tears fell on the back of his hands.