บท 30: Chapter 28: Being Crazy About Flowers is Not a Crime

"Ka-chunk," a bolt of lightning rolled across the sky.

My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that I was so blind to my own circumstances that I dared to hope for such a high-difficulty romance, and that was heaven's way of reminding me of my hubris? Or was my mother right in saying that I have fox spirit ancestry? Usually, at this time, I should be curled up in Lin Zexiu's arms, while he shields me from the lightning, and in gratitude, I would offer myself to him in return.

That's what they say in Liao Zhai—the romance between the fox spirit and the handsome scholar, blazing like wildfire. Oh, how tragic and beautiful.