The mist and rain are blurry, and the wapeng walks on the blue waves. Wearing a simple and elegant light green cheongsam, she slowly entered his field of vision. Time flies, and sixteen years have passed. Her youthful years were like a shy lotus blooming with pink fragrance. Knowing that this feeling is poisonous, he still drank it all in one gulp. There is always a sixth aunt hidden in his heart, this woman who taught him heartache. The unknown history of the Lin family, the grievances and entanglements, and the entanglements of love and hate, are all staged against the backdrop of the cyan Jiangnan. She cried and said to him: "If I could choose again, I would never go with you when I was a child." Wen Wan was just like before. He was silent for a long time and said, "Ruo'er, you will eventually meet me in this life, just like I finally fell in love with you." So what about the beautiful scenery? Having a son is a joyful thing.