Zuo Zuo was stunned and thought, "Ah Zhang, what does he mean?"
The sun rose high in the afternoon and it was warm. It melted the snow on the ground little by little and the flowers in the garden withered. Only the pink plum blossoms began to be brighter. When they came out of the door, they smelled the rich fragrance. Mo Yitong put on a fox-skin cloak and walked to the plum tree.
She picked up half of the petals and put it gently in front of her nose. "It smells so good."
The sound of a plum tree breaking could be heard. Mo Yitong turned around and saw Yu Zixuan holding a fresh plum blossom in his hand. "Do you like it? If you like it, take some in the house."
Although Mo Yitong was happy, she couldn't help but frown when she saw the plum blossoms breaking. "Zixuan, why did you break
