You are such a species, you smell so bad! I, the little flower girl who prays for the spring breeze and is the chief disciple of the God of Flowers, how can you talk about me? I'll put flowers to smoke you, Lord Beiming. It's me, a little flower boy, who has no eyesight and doesn't recognize Mount Tai, and I've offended you. I hope you'll forgive me? Oh, you know you made a mistake but you don't even show any sign of asking for forgiveness? You even put mimosa in my bowl, I didn't know you were so mean!
Concept: love story