She is a little fox under the peony flowers, and he is a dashing swordsman riding a horse. A sword dance under the crabapple tree missed both of them. Looking back, it was already a thousand years ago. Old friends met but did not know each other. When we meet again, he is already a noble prince beneath one person and above ten thousand people. And she has come across a thousand years and become another woman. Will this encounter in this life add a beautiful touch to the missed marriage?