One is a lonely prince,
One is an old friend from the previous dynasty.
If there is no pity for each other, the dead wood will spring again;
If we say we cherish each other, how can we argue on the sword of life and death?
One is dry and separated, the other is warm and in vain.
One is a prosperous guest, and the other is a miserable person.
How many bits of blue blood can be covered up in the sigh,
How can I cry until the moon sets and the sun ends, at dawn and dusk?
Qin Yanran can be called the youngest old scoundrel in the world, and Bai Qianyi is the oldest little fool. The two people's life experiences are entangled, and they are constantly hiding and guessing. The nagging and cold-faced words, encounters and misses, coincidences and inevitability, sorrows and joys, a third part of God's will and a seventh part of helplessness, are finally immersed in the long river of time, with thousands of lotus lanterns on the river.