Liu Yi keeps thinking, is she unlucky or lucky?
She bet a woman's best five years on Meng Yun, only to watch another woman walk into marriage holding his arm while pregnant with his child.
She was so heartbroken that she didn't notice that there was always a lonely figure behind her, accompanying her through the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Maybe he was pretending too well. He loved her so much that he couldn't sleep at night, but he laughed at himself as a prodigal son who would never look back.
Whose love goes further? Whose pain is heartbreaking?