The wind carries the fragrance of flowers, chasing them and touching their hair. It seems that even the wind cannot catch up with them. They are freer and more cheerful than the wind. Huo Xin likes spring the most, not only because of the unfettered wind, but also because of the white pear blossoms that burn to the top of her heart. They are so charming and invincible, pure and flawless, but also have an unconcealable heat like the scorching sun. When the branches were full of flowers that year, he picked a pear blossom and pinned it in her hair. From then on, she could no longer let go of the spring beauty in her hair, letting the scorching sun flourish in her heart.
Intention: The scholar's delay can still be overcome. A woman's lingering condition cannot be taken off.