Shen Qingcheng, a modern-day elementary school art teacher, wakes up one day to find herself “dropped” into the body of her ancient namesake, a sickly young lady from the prime minister’s household, so frail that a breeze could knock her over and everyone says she “won’t live past fifteen.” Though they share the same name, this body is unbelievably weak. But Shen Qingcheng hasn’t lost her photographic memory for drawing or her modern, snarky spirit. After all, who could have imagined that a teacher who spends every day helping kids draw classroom posters could bring something new to the table with her art after landing in ancient times?
She thought she’d be stuck playing the role of a “delicate little invalid” in the prime minister’s household until she kicked the bucket. But then, while visiting Yunqi Temple to pray for blessings, she encounters assassins. During the escape, her horse suddenly goes berserk and plunges off a cliff! On the brink of death, she is rescued by a woodcutter carrying a hatchet, his skin darkened by the sun. The man, named Shi Yan, looks rough around the edges, but he knows how to treat wounds with herbs and says strange things while staring at the mountain scenery. Life at the bottom of the cliff is poor and wild, yet Shen Qingcheng finds it easier to breathe there. Her health even starts improving day by day. Stranger still, why does her heart race faster than when she draws a hundred-meter sprint whenever she sees Shi Yan’s profile as he chops wood, or his hand offering her a roasted sweet potato?
It turns out that “won’t live past fifteen” was really just Heaven’s way of telling her to change maps! A sickly young lady? Not anymore. Now Shen Qingcheng just wants to take the charcoal pencil she found and draw the green mountains before her, and the man by her side, right into her heart. After all, the wind at the bottom of the cliff is free, and falling for someone feels kind of sweet, too.
