In her previous life, she had a fortune, but could not afford her health for half her life. Eventually she developed a calm and composed look. She secluded herself in a mountain stream, making tea and cooking, sitting and doing nothing while holding a white chess piece in her hand. When she was coerced into receiving hospitalization, she met him who was unruly and unruly. The man who squandered his passion in another world prompted her to finally go to the operating table. But her fate was so unfair. She eventually ended her beautiful years due to hemorrhage. Who heard her praying with her hands clasped together: God, can the wandering in this life be exchanged for meeting in the next life?