The night is sultry. Su Meng, who was slightly drunk, stood by the window, shaking the goblet in her hand, smelling the alluring fragrance released by the red liquid. Her heart was heavy and her head was numb. She looked at herself reflected in the glass and cried silently. She has a pretty face, red lips and white teeth, but her young face is full of vicissitudes of life. While she is here, her heart has been thinking about him for a long time, the tall but thin him, the him with a bright smile, the him with gentle lips... The plots of the past appeared in front of her, thousands of miles apart, what was he doing at this time? Although Su Meng was worried about everything in her heart, Su Meng had to remain calm and cover up her thoughts with drunkenness...