Is it a hundred years of fetters, or the concealment of looking back, the entanglement of this life, the pervasiveness of the past life, who broke whose chain, who hid whose mess... If I hadn't met you in the previous life, wouldn't I have made such a wish? Who is the right person, and what kind of arrangements have been given by fate... A hundred years apart, things have changed, but what brings them together again. Unidentifiable memories, a string of Buddhist beads, an amulet, and a Qing Dynasty portrait painted exactly like mine, what does this all mean?