The West Garden has been lost, spring is approaching through the green window, and there are twenty-four messages of flowers.
After these twenty-four flowers bloom, spring will be over.
Ning Wuxia didn't know where she got the energy from. Such a heavy red sandalwood dining table was overturned by her in one blow. The table was full of untouched lunch, with soup and water spilled on the thick wool carpet. After a burst of clattering of bowls and plates, there was silence inside and outside the house.
The man leaning on the soft couch by the window raised his eyes and looked at the disheveled Ning Wuxia, nodded slightly, and said with a cold smile: "Stop pretending to be sick when you are so energetic. You can stay with me tonight."
Intention: Which is more difficult, a lifetime of following your own heart or a lifetime of not being moved by other people's sincerity?