If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? When we met each other in a hurry in troubled times, we thought we could control the world. But in this world of mortals, there are too many things to lose yourself in. Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes. When the roles are reversed and all the beauty is shattered like a mirror, who will be by her side? In the world, when everything is settled, how many people still remember the beautiful memories of Jinnian?