Hua Chongxue is the youngest flower god in history. She met a mortal man at her best age. I originally taught this mortal man a lesson, but instead I felt guilty. She stayed with him every day, and the guilt turned into love.
Intention: The wind is cold like water surrounding the river city, and the flowers fall silently and smile thickly. Snow dances in the sky, the sky is white, and the moon is bright and clear.