There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes. In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, beauties were dancing everywhere, and young heroes were drunk in front of their saddles. Who would see the love, hatred, and resentment among talented people and beautiful ladies in the romantic imperial capital? However, she watched as always, feeling both sad and happy. She was a little fairy under Ming Xingjun, the superior of the Nine Heavens. Because she violated the precepts, she was demoted to the mortal world and had to watch the mortal world for the rest of her life. He said: "Love is false. Do you know you are wrong?" She stubbornly retorted: "I am not wrong! Loving someone is not wrong." Is it obsession? Or is it doomed? Thousands of years later, the immortals would always sigh with emotion when they mentioned her. "I don't know how to love, but after seeing so many love affairs end badly, I still want to love you without hesitation."