In the late spring of the twelfth year of Tianjia, Sui Sui, the granddaughter of the reclusive Taifu, rescued a dying beggar in a peach grove. She didn't know that this person was Helianlie, the crown prince of Rakshasa Kingdom. A year later, on the way to Beijing to get married, Sui Sui was shocked to hear that her husband's entire family, the Zhou family, had been slaughtered, and she was also kidnapped to the Rakshasa Kingdom. In the name of "repaying his gratitude", Helianlie imprisoned her, gave her drugs, threatened his family's lives, and tried every wrong way to keep the woman who had saved his life.
Sui Sui endured the pregnancy, and finally escaped with her daughter on a snowy night in the twelfth lunar month. Five years later, Helian Lie, whose country was ruined and his family was ruined, found them in the wind and snow, and asked the words hidden in his heart: "In the twelfth lunar month of that year, you asked me to drink less wine - was that sincerity?" She answered "yes", and he turned around and died with a smile, leaving only a scroll of silk writing to write down his true feelings in this life.
Twenty years later, Ji, the orphan of the Zhou family who had changed his name, hated the Jinluan Palace and asked to marry Helian Lie's daughter Zhao Zhao, hoping to avenge the family's destruction. He spent three years preparing for this revenge, but was melted by the light that shined into his life. It was then that he had a deep talk under the moon and revealed everything, and when that silly girl said with tears, "I can't bear to hate you" - he realized that he couldn't turn back time, but there was still a future.
The entanglement between two generations, and two marriages that were rooted in hatred but ended with deep affection, slowly unfolded among the flowers in the peach forest. The kindness of one meal led to thirty years of infatuation, and the true feelings of this life were written down in a single scroll of silk. The story asks: When hatred and love are intertwined, how do people let go? The answer is hidden in the saying that has been used for three generations: When you are old, you no longer have the strength to hate. You don't have to wait until you grow old, you can let go now.
