When the Rain Falls, Who Will Enjoy the Fragrance?

Her smile bloomed alone, like a radiant flower on a sunny day. In public, she was clever and charming, with a strong sense of justice. In private, she was prone to melancholy and often lost in thought. And it was this very woman who happened to meet him one day. Zhuo Qinglian was originally a flower spirit who had yet to attain human form. Already conscious, it breathed in the fresh mountain air each day and basked in the essence of nature. But it almost got picked by a group of people exploring the mountains, and was thankfully rescued halfway through... "How did you get in here? Leave at once, or I'll call the police!" "Who are you, anyway?" She stared at him in alarm... "No, you won't be hurt. I won't let anything happen to you." A Man sobbed, her hands clutching the hem of his clothes. Her eyes reddened, and a tear fell onto the back of his hand with a soft plink.