There was a daughter in the Yang family who had just grown up and was raised in a deep boudoir without anyone knowing.
Destiny is determined: one love debt, two lives of blood and tears, three kinds of obsession.
Regain a new life and let go of memories. But I can't break the red thread, I can't give up love, I can't express lovesickness. In the end, heartbreak is inevitable.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
Holding my son's hand, what else can I ask for?
We are destined to love each other. . . .