The blooms of April are spent, but the peach blossoms of the mountain temple are just beginning to flourish.
Yueyao felt it was a pity; if she were in Jiangnan, she would certainly be able to see the mountains covered in blooming peach flowers. Alas, in the Capital City, there is no place where many peach trees are planted.
Xiang Wei returned with a sullen face.
Yueyao was very surprised: "What's wrong?" Anything that could make Xiang Wei this upset is definitely not good news. However, Yueyao had just received news yesterday morning letting her know An Zhichen was all well, having won a battle, so she wasn't worried.
Xiang Wei said with gritted teeth: "Little Bun is going to be betrothed."
