The wind blew over the peach blossoms that had bloomed three-thirds above the head, and fell on the shoulders of the man in red under the tree. A long while. After gazing into the distance, he calmed down and gently picked up the peach blossoms on his shoulders. Although the flowers were half-open, they already looked a bit charming, making the man even more charming. He murmured to himself: "Nan Zhi, the peach blossoms are blooming." There was no response. "You must be resenting me." His eyes were full of sadness. "I blame you for being so willful back then. Now it's all my fault." "Don't run away, I'm here to find you."