In the early autumn of freshman year, ginkgo trees cover the campus.
Shen Xilan meets Gu Qinghuai, the cool scholar and the proud son of heaven.
And she is just an ordinary freshman who looks soft.
But fate chose her.
Anonymous threatening letters, sealed old files, and prying eyes from the dark.
Under the sweet daily life, conspiracies surge.
An old experimental case surfaced, and blood shackles lay between the two.
The traps are connected one after another, and the rumors are overwhelming.
Suspicion, temptation, danger, preference - come side by side.
"Gu Qinghuai, do you believe in fate?"
Shen Xilan tore into pieces the shackles of blood and smiled coldly and wildly.
She refused to accept her fate.
So she flipped this game of chess.
"I won't play this chess game, I'll flip it."
The burning sincerity of young people is not afraid of darkness.
The evening breeze blew gently, and they rushed to their own life.
