Dream dew is about to drip, and there is no thought of the tragedy. I smell the quiet rain, leisurely, and Xiaoxiang is alive. Cherish the vast dim light, silently, sighing at loneliness. It's hard to spend time caring about the light breeze, on a strange road, and in the dream of the shining star. Along the way, from Jiangnan to the palace, and from the palace to Jiangnan, she met four men and had four situations. She had her own father's child and was framed inexplicably. I stumbled along the way, gained love, but had to give up. When she didn't know who she really was, she became a monk and bid farewell to the prosperous and troubled world. By a stroke of fate, she had to accept the world's fools.