The first time Ziye met Qingying was on a very embarrassed but beautiful and confused Ziye. That day was Yunfei City's annual fireworks festival, which also coincided with Princess Xuan Yuan's birthday. The bright fireworks bloomed from nightfall, stubbornly carving eternity in people's hearts. At that time, midnight was not called midnight yet, but a nameless little beggar on the street, secretly cursing while people were immersed in the feast of the night. He hadn't asked for anything to eat for a whole day, and at this time, his stomach was screaming for nothing. Suddenly, as the fireworks faded, a fair, even pale face came into his eyes. It was a kind of sadness that came from his bones. In that fireworks celebration, the boy dressed in black was like a fairy boy who accidentally fell into the world. He was sad and decisive, just like his black clothes, which could never be stained by the splendor of fireworks. Many years later, looking back on the scene that day, Ziye still couldn't understand why she felt that way, and even followed this boy who was similar to her own age like a man possessed.