There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is scattered. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. We meet each other by chance, just as I wish. Qin Sang was not a romantic young man who went hiking on Moshang, but a cardamom girl with elegant temples and an apricot-red shirt. But in early spring, by the lake, she met Yue Lang, whose eyes were so clear that they were sad, and he was a handsome young man who suited his wishes. She only thought that he was a young and lonely introverted boy, but she didn't know that he was a young master from the capital who had suffered a family tragedy. She just thought that she was good to him and was very kind to him. Time is like a corridor that goes back and forth, and people who travel far away have long forgotten the way they came. But she was still waiting blankly at this end of the road. In the end, all she waited for was a silent apology from him under the pear tree in the night wind. Oh, you are my beloved sweetheart, but I am not the childhood sweetheart you never forget. After ten years of getting along day and night, it turns out that I have never known you. To you, am I just a nosy passerby from the beginning? Is it because of infatuation that you paid the wrong person?