Before the Begonia Blooms, the Pear Blossoms Turn to Snow [Quick Transmigration]

Amid the teeming multitude, adrift in the glitter of this mortal world, how much clarity can one truly find in life?

The wind stirs the sparse bamboo, then passes without leaving a sound. Can people let their hearts empty once a matter has passed?

The willow's silken strands sway softly, while wisps of mist weave sorrow.

Before the rain, crabapples bloom; pear blossoms fall like snow, and half of spring is already gone.

Now the past is hard to revisit, while dreams of home circle the Qin Tower.

Longing lives only on lilac branches and at the tips of cardamom shoots.

"The Beauty with Bright Eyes"

A sudden change of style, why this title? Because everything is on the verge of being complete.

It's all the fault of our love of pretty faces. Our goal is: beauties on the left, beauties on the right, beauties in front and behind, beauties above and below. Look this way!

I insist on one-on-one romance and firmly stand with the recipient of the romance. No switching couples. Beauty is king; I'm a total pretty-face fanatic.

Our love interest has no particular sense of honor. I hate scumbag tops and pathetic bottoms; that's an absolute deal-breaker. No matter how angsty the journey, the ending will be happy.

This lousy author's writing is poor, and I'm afraid sensitive readers will tear it to shreds, so I hope you'll go easy on me. Writing isn't easy, and my typing speed is terrible. Many thanks for your patience.