Through a long, lonely wait, a single curved scar gives rise to countless blooming flowers. Across rivers and mountains, beneath the soul of the Nine Provinces, she encounters one fateful meeting after another, never knowing whether they are blessings or schemes. When all the dust has settled, she stands tall on the far shore, gazing across the distance. At last, she melts a thousand feet of snow and plants a flower in her heart, only then drawing near his side. Kneeling beside the icy bed, she brings her lips to his ear and whispers, "We met first, you and I, yet you made me fall for someone else. It's your fault." Ten thousand years later, if he awakens from his slumber to face a woman without a heart, will he still remember her and cherish her as he did at their first meeting?
