He was once her lover, the husband who promised her that she would never leave her forever.
She was once her Zhi Luo, the bride he had been looking forward to all his life.
A sudden oracle, a crisis related to marriage in the three realms, took the mortal Chen Yi away from the wedding hall with red candles burning, and turned into a Yue Lao who is in charge of marriage in the nine heavens.
A betrayal that cost everything, a heart-breaking decision, at the end of the abyss of despair, pushed the newlywed Zhiluo into the underworld, and became the Po Meng who made people forget her past at the bridge of Naihe.
From then on, he tied the red thread in heaven, wishing lovers to get married eventually.
She handed over the bowl of soup to the underworld and put an end to the obsession of previous lives.
Responsibilities are in conflict, but Taoism is opposite. For thousands of years, he watched silently in the clouds, while she accumulated grudges on the bridge. One is full of misunderstandings and cannot be explained; the other is full of hatred and unwilling to look back.
Until a truth buried by time quietly emerged, and the misunderstanding that had lasted for thousands of years was finally resolved. However, when deep love flowed in their eyes again, they found in despair that the gap between priesthood and ghost responsibility had become a natural chasm. He is the fairy who maintains "remembering", and she is the ghost in charge of "forgetting". Under the rules of heaven, their love itself has become the biggest taboo.
Misunderstandings are easy to understand, but difficult to return to by different paths. The red thread can lead to the destined person in the world, but it cannot tie to her who is close at hand; Meng Po Tang can forget all the things in the world, but it cannot erase him who is deep in the bone marrow.
This is a love affair that begins with red makeup in the human world and ends with the watchful eyes of heaven and earth. When love and duty run counter to each other, and the present world and this life are intertwined, how should they find a way back that only belongs to each other in the cracks of fate?
Intent: When love conflicts with duty, watching itself is an immortal romance.