A hundred years ago, we were in love hard, but they had different paths.
A hundred years later, I reunited with my old love, but I didn't know that I had already missed it.
In the end, the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.
One is a handsome young man, the other is a beautiful lady
One is bohemian, the other is gentle and pleasant
If there is no romance, how can we be born similar?
If there is a romance, why does it end in vain?
Perhaps, only Shushan, who has been standing still, can understand this love-hate relationship involving hundreds of years.