Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there lived a woman by the Crescent Moon Lake. Her eyes were like water, her skin was like gelatin, she was dressed in white, and she had a heavenly appearance. Her collarbone was clear and printed with a white butterfly pattern; her skin was like snow, and she was clasped with a white jade bracelet like a ring. Every smile, every move, there is a touch of coldness in the beauty, like a fairy who can't eat the fireworks of the world. Once a man passed by here, and at this time the woman was dancing gracefully, with a fragrant fragrance in her hands and feet, attracting many white butterflies around her. The man was attracted by the woman's elegance and indifference and fell deeply in love with her, but the man could not get close to the woman. It turned out. . . . . . .