Just like you, many years ago, Yuan Xiaotong fell deeply in love with a man who lit up the light of love in her world, and she was willing to live and die. After years of hard work, the clear smile and gentle hands of those days have been washed away beyond recognition. The family was severely damaged, the one she loved the most refused to give up - the changes that followed were like tearing the clear sky apart, and then, the rain poured down, soaking all her yearning for beauty. Youth is an endless dull pain, and the entanglement of love and hate repeats itself in this short but long torrent. When you think you don't love anymore and will never love again, if someone spreads his wings, brings breeze and nectar to your chapped wounds, and gives you a tenderness you never expected, would you still dare to bear it? When you thought you had forgotten and would never think of it again, if he came back with his bright eyes and told you the deep and shallow reasons and the longings that were separated by the endless time, would you still dare to fall into the memory that you tried so hard to forget and give all romance a chance to repeat itself? Such a Yuan Xiaotong interprets the youth we have shared together, yearns for the love that you and I cherish, feels the strong and weak power of fantasy, lives for love, sheds tears of joy for love, changes because of love, and is reborn because of love. So, just like you fall in love with your own youth, do you also love her?