Zeng Xiaoxun always felt that there were a pair of eyes in her dreams, like the starlight soaking in the bottom of a spring, which had haunted her for eighteen years. She regarded this as a false obsession and traveled all over the country with her luggage. It was called traveling, but in fact it was just following the fragments of dreams. Until she met a pair of deep eyes in that house in the Jiangnan water town - the red mole at the end of the eye and the vicissitudes of life under the eyes were exactly the same as those in her dream.
The man called her name, his voice wrapped in a century of wind and frost. She was shocked to realize that the search across mountains and ridges was never an empty journey, but a rush across reincarnation, and he had been waiting for her for a whole hundred years at the end of time.
