Feng Zhao never expected to say goodbye in front of Guoqing Temple.
It's been so many years!
And what separates her and him is not just time,
There is also the faint fragrance floating next to the peach blossom tree,
A moonlit night as gentle as water,
With a touch of starlight. . . . . .
A story of asking for something but not getting it and not giving up.
What she wants is a plain and warm life in Chang'an.
What he wants to give is to share weal and woe with the power of the country.