My mother, Zhuge Hui, met her lover Zhang Yun by chance at the Buxiao Teahouse. However, when they were about to talk about marriage, Zhang Yun suddenly fell seriously ill, and then suddenly recovered one day. However, my mother was forced to leave home by Zhuge Sheng because she insisted on having a child out of wedlock. She gave birth to me in a ruined temple a few months later. Because I missed my father and was physically exhausted, I cried every night and became blind. I could only make a living by begging with my blind mother. At the moment when my mother was dying, she handed me the red sandalwood beads and asked me to find the eminent monk Jingming and ask him to agree to accept me as his disciple. In order to recover the lost family ties, the eminent monk promised that as long as I collect the happy memories of ten people who are destined to me and inject them into these red sandalwood beads through the method of saving people, I can weave a dream of my own, in which I can go back in time and meet my biological parents. When a destined person agrees to sell his memory to me, I can agree to his request and make another person reborn, but the reborn person will forget all memories about this destined person. Everything went smoothly, but I didn't expect that when I found the tenth memory, the other party did not agree to the transaction with me. I reported all this to the master, but he said that I could go back to the time and space I wanted to go to. I watched with excitement the love between my parents from the beginning to its climax, and we became the closest sisters to my mother. However, when my father was seriously ill, my mother was desperate and learned in despair that I had the ability to bring the dead back to life. So, she asked me for help and exchanged her most precious and happy memories with me. My father's illness suddenly improved, but he forgot about my mother. Only then did I realize that in all this causal cycle, we had not escaped our fate after all. The ending of everything had been written long ago. It was me who had single-handedly contributed to such a tragedy. The last person I was destined to meet turned out to be my mother, Zhuge Hui. It was my mother who completed the ten memories for me, but my dreams have lost their meaning. My mother told me that she chose to sacrifice. Even if the road was bumpy and the road to death was not as painful as the one she loved dying in front of her, because she loved him, she chose to let him forget me.