Lin Xiaoyao is not a disaster, nor is she a leftover girl.
Ever since the first time I held hands with a little boy in kindergarten,
The seeds of love sprouted in her heart,
Growing up in a heap of rotten peach blossoms,
Gradually, he developed a martial art that was invulnerable to all poisons.
I was planning to stay alone and calmly,
Suddenly a red cloud floated overhead,
It turns out...
It turns out...
It turns out that the peach blossoms cover the sky...