This is a story that weeps in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and grows up in the ups and downs. They were born in troubled times, they shoulder the rise and fall of the country, and they pursue the ups and downs of love in the wind and rain.
She is an innocent Taoist nun who specializes in Taoism. She is a witch in troubled times who is recognized by destiny. She is searching among them. She cries or laughs among them. When the beacon of war is raging, where should she go? When those intrigues gradually involve her in right and wrong, how should she face them?
The gears of fate begin to turn invisibly, and the long river of history is rolling. Whose hand is the tear that slides down the cheek?