"Even with the lifespan of an ordinary young man, he would never live long enough to hear those words: 'Perhaps we'll meet again.'"
"His life drawing to a close, the young man had become a white-haired old man at last. He finally understood this, and when all hope was extinguished, his heart broke. He spilled his blood onto the petals."
"But the young man didn't know that, after tending to the flower with such care for decades, the intense stimulation of his heart's blood had quietly awakened the Flower God's consciousness at that very moment."
"Flowers bloom again, but people never get their youth back. After a lifetime of waiting, they had missed their chance."
"After the young man died, the Flower God was overcome with grief and refused to live on. She ended her own life, her soul following the young man."
"And the peony, the Flower God's reincarnation, driven by its instinctive love, curled its petals into leaves and absorbed the young man's heart's blood. It transformed into Lovesick Heartbreak Red, so that the two could remain together for all eternity."
After listening quietly to the story of Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Ye Lingling furrowed her brows. She didn't seem at all sentimental, only thoughtful.
"Everyone says love is wonderful, but who knows the sorrow of lovesickness?"
"It began because of a flower and ended because of one. It began in happiness and ended in heartbreak."
"What a tragic story. Is that why you have to pay the price of love to pluck Lovesick Heartbreak Red?"
Shen Feng glanced furtively at Ye Lingling, then composed himself. "That's right."
"To pluck Lovesick Heartbreak Red, you have to think of the person you love, focus your heart and mind, and spit a mouthful of blood onto the petals. If you're even