The boat gradually sailed away, Zhu Qing stood on the shore, watching the boat disappear into the horizon like a nostalgic, he and she, just like the boat and the shore, gradually drifted away... Every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would always think of Yun Yan, the woman he could never let go of, the woman who pointed a sword at him on the edge of the cliff, the woman who made him regret his whole life...