People in the Wang Family Courtyard thought that Huanyan had nothing to do with beauty. Huanyan felt the same way, but she couldn't understand why her fate was so stumbling with no end in sight.
Until that day, Zhao Yuanli broke off a branch of red plum and handed it to her window, his vicissitudes of life full of smiles.
"I lost my temper a lot because of you today, and now everyone in the city knows that the eldest son of the Zhao family doesn't even care about his dignity for a woman. I just don't know if my 'outburst of anger' should win the favor of this beautiful girl?"
The words of joy were exhilarating, and my heart was beating fast. After a while, she forced herself to calm down and scolded softly, "You broke my mother's favorite red plum!"
The red plum blossoms bloom once every winter. Although they bloom in her mother's yard, even though they are close at hand, Huanyan has never taken a closer look.
However, that day, for the first time, she felt that the plum blossoms were shining brightly in the sunlight, which was very beautiful.