Após casar com o irmão do meu noivo

Early April, in the season of budding spring, the peach blossom forest of Spring Wine Town was awash with clusters of delicate pink buds, each cradling a tender yellow heart, blooming in captivating beauty. As the peach trees burst into bloom, their buds became the prized ingredient for brewing the town’s celebrated spring peach blossom wine. The villagers, whose livelihood depended on winemaking, would always climb the hills at this time of year to gather the freshest petals.

Ye Rui carried a bamboo basket slung across her body, its bottom lined with two layers of soft cloth. With gentle precision, she plucked the petals from the peach branches, placing each one carefully into her basket. The subtle and refreshing fragrance of flowers filled the air, and as she gazed at the freshly gathered, rosy petals, she wiped the fine sheen of sweat from her pale brow. Judging that enough time had passed, she turned to make her way down the mountain.

But as she stepped onto the soft grass and had barely left the forest behind, she caught sight of a familiar figure up ahead—Chun Xing.

Her closest friend since childhood.

Amid the riot of peach blossoms, Lin Chunxing spotted Ye Rui at once, her face lighting up as she hurried over, patting her chest in relief. “Ruirui, thank goodness I found you! Are you still using your wooden picker? Lend it to me for a bit, will you?”

Ye Rui noticed that her friend carried only a bamboo basket, her hands empty. She handed the wooden fork over with the ease of long habit, asking, “Where’s yours? Did it break again, or d