Before the weather turned warm again, Hua Manman and Li Ji took a trip to the peach blossom grove outside the city.
Compared to early spring, many of the peach blossoms had already fallen.
But from a distance, the vast expanse of pink and white, like smoke and mist, was still quite beautiful.
Hua Manman cursed the fact she didn't have a camera. 'Otherwise, I could've taken some pictures to show off on my social media feed.'
To make up for the lack of a camera, Hua Manman picked a full basket of peach blossoms.
She also wove a wreath, adorning it with pink and white peach blossoms.
When Prince Zhao wasn't looking, she audaciously plopped the wreath onto his head.
Li Ji had never experienced anything like this before. He froze for a moment before he realized what had happened.
He raised a hand, took the wreath off his head, and said to Hua Manman,
"Come here."
'Only a fool would go over there!'
Hua Manman was no fool; she certainly wasn't going to walk right into a trap.
