The Calamity of Peach Blossom

Wanwan took out a cheese stick from her pocket, blinked her big eyes, and fell silent for two seconds.

“Brother, you…”

Wanwan hesitated to speak, feeling like she couldn’t say it. She turned to look at Xia Zhihuai, who had already taken off his eye mask, and finally closed her own mouth.

Xia Zhihuai tilted his head and whispered, “What happened?”

Wanwan shook her head. “That brother, his physiognomy is very strange. It seems like he has encountered the calamity of peach blossom (the calamity of love).”

Xia Zhihuai blinked in confusion. “Is the calamity of peach blossom similar to the misfortune of peach blossom (the misfortune of love)?” Wanwan nodded, then shook her head.

“Similar, but not quite the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“The misfortune of love can be mild or severe, but it generally isn’t fatal.”

“But when encountering the calamity of peach blossoms, there is hardly any outcome that isn’t fatal.”