The chaotic rivers and lakes, the flash of swords and shadows, the wind blowing and the calm, the stunning eyebrows and eyes are like ice. Everyone looked up, but felt lonely physically and mentally. Destiny or evil, stay together for a lifetime or grow old overnight. Is he admiring plum blossoms alone and drinking autumn alone? Or should we hold his hand and live far away from this world? When the plum blossoms fall, perhaps the answer begins.