Three thousand love threads that are constantly cut, lingering thoughts that cannot be blown away; leaning against the window lattice, listening to the fragrant night whispers, the distant flowing water, and looking through the autumn water; Peach Blossom Spring, in the chaotic world, who makes that white-headed promise, who promises that lifetime of happiness; whether it is fate or calamity, whether to keep or to entangle; when the prosperity fades, the glitz turns into smoke, the love rises and falls, and the source of the heart returns to the heart.