A beautiful but ruthless man, in a prosperous but lonely palace, he stood quietly under the tree and smiled softly, his white clothes were as white as snow, and his black hair was like a waterfall.
A beautiful and infatuated woman was waiting quietly by his side. His words were faith and motto to her. To her, he is a god, a Buddha, and a demon.
A simple and kind-hearted man meets a woman who looks like a holy lotus on a snow-capped mountain in a sea of people. He is fascinated by it at first sight. Is the encounter a matter of love or a conspiracy?