My Fulang is a Delicate Flower

Ji Taoyu has lived with abnormally heightened senses since childhood, every sensation feels magnified. A spring drizzle or gentle breeze can send him to bed with fever, earning him a reputation as the village’s most delicate flower. Fortunately, his parents secured his future early, betrothing him to a promising match. His fiance’s family was well-established, and the young man himself was a scholar. Though they weren’t deeply in love, they treated each other with respect. Everyone in the village agreed it was a good match. When the time came for Ji Taoyu to marry, his fiance’s family abruptly broke off the engagement. Overnight, Ji Taoyu went from being the envy of the village to its laughingstock. Even with his good looks and decent family, no worthy suitors remained. Ji Taoyu spent his days with red-rimmed eyes, until even the rough, taciturn newcomer mocked him: “Were you a crybaby in your past life? Was he really the only one for you?” Ji Taoyu lowered his gaze. “Who said he was the only one? It’s just that no one will marry me now!” Huo Shu was born in the northern frontier. Drafted into military service as a teen, he fought on the battlefield until the war ended. Weary of battle, he declined official honors and instead traveled to Jiangnan’s lush landscapes—a world away from the desert’s harsh winds. There, he spotted a jade-skinned, doe-eyed beauty… only to learn the young ger was already promised to another. Just as he resigned himself to regret, news came that the engagement had been broken. Without hesitation, Huo Shu seized his chance: “I’ll marry you.”