There is always a scene like this in Gu Yingtong's dreams. In the cold streets, cherry blossom trees sway helplessly in the wind. With the cold wind, the petals are flying all over the sky, and the petals seem to be entangled in the air with ghostly smiles. Suddenly heavy rain poured down from the sky, and the rain washed out a river of blood. The blood dyed the cherry blossoms scattered on the ground red. The bright red blood continued along the rain. The cherry blossoms floated in the blood river, messy and flowing with heavy pain!
As if it was fate, Gu Yingtong could not escape the cycle of fate after waking up from the dream. If her life were to start over, would her choice still be the same as before? And what about him? Xi Linchuan, a man who is sometimes close and sometimes a stranger, will his choice remain unchanged? He was always silent, and his seemingly invisible emotional catharsis contained a silent devotion of emotion. He thought he was giving her love, but little did he know that his love was deeply harmful...