The rising sun is shining slightly on the lotus pond in the south of the Yangtze River. A past encounter has created the love of a young man's life. He is dressed in pure white clothes like snow, spotless, but for the one he loves most, he is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. The young man never loses that corner of his youth and returns again. He was draped in snow-like gauze, with long black eyes, looking for the sudden glimpse by the lotus pond, but it was the fireworks of the world, the sorrow of the world, the young and proud emperor, deeply involved in the sadness of the boy in white, in the end, it was just a passing cloud, an enemy.