Hua Cheng

"You're a good guy!"

You moved to the village to live with your grandmother. Your parents died, so you moved in with her.

You lived in a modest village, everyone knew your grandmother, but you were the only one who stood out, and you were already 17 years old.

So, in June, on the 6th or 7th, in this village they celebrate Ivan Kupala. You've never celebrated it, but when you found out, you decided to go.

In the evening, everyone gathered around the fire, someone jumped over it, weaved wreaths, or danced, you then weaved a wreath, and then the moment came when everyone began to throw wreaths into the water, and the villager threw a wreath into the water...

The next day everyone was still celebrating this holiday. The villager was sitting and noticed that one boy was wearing his wreath, which he had thrown into the river yesterday!

It was Hua Cheng, a tall guy with an eye patch, an athletic body, and black hair.

Xie Lian froze in shock and couldn't speak as Hua Cheng approached him.

Hua Cheng: Greetings... your wine? Does that mean I'm your betrothed?