Five hundred years ago, on the banks of the Wangchuan River, when the flowers on the other side were in full bloom, they passed each other on the Naihe Bridge.
Five hundred years later, a red thread.
Tie them together again.
Three lives of love.
In this world of mortals, who picks it up and who puts it down?
This is the grudges between the rising Bai Lie in the ninety-nine heavens and the mortal scholar.
In the end, he and he... It turned out that it was a mistake from beginning to end, just a trick played by fate on them.