Several petals on that white flower were an astonishing red, as vivid as blood.
Set against the white blossom, they were especially startling, like droplets of blood congealed upon the petals, evoking a heartrending beauty that was almost breathtaking.
Lovesick Heartbreak Red!
Lu Mingfei's breathing hitched slightly.
In his memories of Douluo Continent, this immortal herb had a tragic and beautiful legend... It was said that a woman devoted to love wept day and night, and her tears fell to the earth and transformed into this immortal herb.
This was no ordinary flower; it chose its master before serving them!
To pick it, one had to hold their beloved in their heart with utter sincerity, spit a mouthful of blood onto the petals, and if their heart harbored even the slightest other affection, then no matter how much blood they spilled, they would never be able to pluck the flower.
Once the flower was picked, as long as it remained beside its master, Lovesick Heartbreak Red would never wither.
As Lu Mingfei gazed at the blood-stained white flower, Hui Liyi's figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The way she stood beneath the setting sun in that red shrine maiden outfit.
The way she stood on tiptoe before a vending machine to press the buttons.
The way she clumsily typed "Sakura & Hui Liyi," then waited eagerly for his reply.
Lu Mingfei reached out, his dragon claw slowly extending toward the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
Yet just as his fingertips were about to touch the petals, an image flashed through his mind without warning.
It was a tall, radiant girl wearing white high-top canvas shoes, fitted washed-blue jeans, and a short blue vertically striped shirt over a little white tank top, with a baseball cap perched on her head.
She turned her