The Ode of Hua Zheng

He cut his finger, and his blood dripped onto her pink petals. She absorbed his spiritual energy and became a spirit. Every day, he watered her, played the zither beside her, and read by her side, never stopping for a hundred years. "Since you've absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, you must cultivate diligently." "I know how arduous cultivation is. What if I help you?" "Your color is the most beautiful of all the flowers in the Zhujin clan. Even the flower fairies are outshone by you." "Since fate brought you into the world on Donghua Immortal Mountain, let Hua be your surname. How about... Hua Zheng?" "..." Hua Zheng, that was the name you gave me. In this life, I still bear that name.