Xiao Yunheng, the crown prince of Dayin, was tired of the intrigues and only loved the clouds outside the palace walls.
Immortals and mortals coexist in Canglan Continent, and the legend of cat spirits has long been extinct.
On a snowy winter day, he rescued the wandering girl A Miao who had fainted at the palace gate.
She was as barefoot as a wild cat, ignorant and ignorant, but her eyes were as bright as fire.
After entering the palace, he learned etiquette clumsily, was greedy and playful, and made people laugh constantly.
Climbing trees at night, stepping on water splashes, and staining his face with ink, he looks like a mischievous kitten.
But in her dream, she whispered secrets about the cat spirit, and she wandered uneasily under the moonlight.
Xiao Yunheng guarded her silently and accompanied her to find her roots.
From the palace wall to the market place, from the summer lotus to the winter snow.
She was the A Miao he held in the palm of his hand, and he was her designated destination.
A gentle journey of memory-seeking begins slowly.
