This is just a story between a noodle shop owner and a freeloader
Although he took her out of the noodle shop, he took her to travel around the country, through wind and rain, and saw the warmth and warmth of the world, the vicissitudes of life, but his hands never held each other tightly.
Her wish after traveling through time was just to wash her hands and make soup, waiting for a diner who didn't pay.
And the flowers in the peach blossom abyss fall one by one, and beauty cannot escape the fate of being lonely, just like the human heart