I returned with memories of my previous life, and ten years of regret formed deep pools in my eyes. The figure of Qingqiu is like a deep-rooted obsession, burning my heart every time I dream back at midnight. Now that he has been reborn, the dandy young man who once spent a lot of money has already lost all his glory in the tempering of time. I used poems and notes as a boat and my talents as oars, and I ferried cautiously in the long river of fate, just to get closer to the sincerity that was broken by youth and frivolity. And the shadow of the Jin family building's collapse is always like a hanging sword hanging over the top. I have to hide my edge in the romantic field while weaving a net to protect my family in the undercurrent of the business world. In this game with fate, I must not only win back the lost sincerity, but also reverse the overturned world.
