Three years ago, he was ignorant and young and frivolous; three years later, in the rich and luxurious world, there are many lonely and lonely people...
Three years ago, she was innocent and innocent but suffered betrayal; three years later, her emotional world, as quiet as a bronze mirror, once again had ripples...
The wheel of fate is slowly turning at this moment. Where will he and she go? Will they intersect again, or go in opposite directions?