If a person felt that life was happy, then each day seemed so short, as though joyful moments flew by especially quickly.
So, just when Zu Liming believed life might continue like this, filled with happiness and joy every day, accidents often arrived. And such uninvited accidents were basically always unfortunate and painful.
Happy days in life were always few; misfortune was far more common! Thus, painful days replaced the happy ones.
Throughout the entire mountain stronghold, A Yajia was the most beautiful flower. It could even be said that within a hundred miles, she was the most beautiful bloom.
Whether others believed it or not, if Zu Liming heard that statement, he would definitely nod like mad.
Through Zu Liming's memories, Chen Mo saw her bright, flower-like smile and youthful beauty. Even dressed in those rustic clothes and wearing the distinctive southwestern jewelry, separated from the present by over a thousand years, she still made him feel that Zu Liming had been right.
She truly was an exceptionally beautiful young girl, with a pure smile that no one could forget after seeing it.
But sometimes, beauty really was a mistake, even a burden that brought misfortune.
Because of A Yajia's beauty, gentleness, and other qualities, she was famous throughout dozens of miles around. This drew the attention of someone—the local Tusi's son, a profligate son named Anka.
When Anka heard that there was a young girl called A Yajia, reputedly a beauty rarely seen within a hundred miles, he was rather disdainful. As the Tusi's son, it was not as though he had never seen beauties. Even the beauties he had taken into his household numbered in the double digits.
As for the young girls he had personally plucked and tasted, there were so many that he could barely