Small town girl x camellia flower soul; all female;
Early stage: decadent and mournful salted fish x yandere picky little white flower
Later stage: Loyal and tough, crazy boss x sinister and gentle boss
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Camellia, also known as beheaded flower.
Because her withering is not a farewell to the petals one by one, but the whole flower falling when it blooms most brilliantly.
She doesn't want to stay on the branches to show any signs of decay. Once she falls, she becomes a tree.
She is a love that cannot be underestimated, a freedom that will never look back, and a determination that those who lose themselves will never lose.
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During the rainy season, there are oil-paper umbrellas and a bluestone road leading to the Linjiang ancient house.
From the perspective of tourists, this picturesque ink painting Jiangnan is Su Jian's nightmare.
Because her life is in sight - she will be unemployed after graduation, and she will spend the rest of her life guarding the tea garden in the back mountain on this rainy day.
However, in this misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, fate played a joke on her.
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In the sleepless night of spring thunder, a drop of her blood awakened the only variable in her life - the flower soul Baiying.
That woman was like an ice sculpture tempered in the cold winter. She was noble, cold and arrogant, with silky black hair. She was so beautiful that she didn't look like a human being at all.
She is indeed not human.
She wrapped her arms with flower branches, sealed her lips with petals, and then clung to her like a ghost, grabbing her body temperature and breath without restraint.
In this way, Su Jian became her food, or to be precise, her provider.
At first, she only needed her body temperature and breath, then it was her aura and fingertip blood, and then it got worse and she needed her body to nourish her...
"Plants eat meat, especially human flesh."
"Don't you know?"
She also often disliked Su Jian for being too weak to support her.
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What makes Su Jian even more troublesome is that this noble and elegant young lady is more difficult to serve than the thousand-year-old tea tree in the back mountain.
To eat, it must be pure natural, and to wear, it must be silk and cashmere.
The sunlight at noon must be filtered through window screens, and the neon lights at night must be blocked by curtains.
She refused to stay in the dry room for more than a quarter of an hour and had to open the window even on rainy days.
On a full moon night, she would lie down on the bluestone to absorb the cold light. If it was a rainy day and the moon was obscured by dark clouds, it would haunt her all night...
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What's even more unexpected is that Bai Ying's arrival also made Su Jian's life become lucky.
Grandma's health is getting better day by day, and the half-dead tea trees in the back hill are also coming to life;
The ration tea that is fried casually, the aroma of tea reverberates, and there is an endless stream of repeat customers;
The inflated red envelopes when ordering takeout have also doubled compared to before;
Even the traffic lights at intersections would turn green as she approached;
Everything is appropriate.
She looked at the small white flowers wrapped around her wrist and planned to buy a lottery ticket to try.
However, a string of numbers on the lottery ticket implicated the truth that had been buried for hundreds of years...
Intention: All things have animism, let's prosper together.
