Master once told her that all her disasters in this life depended on the word "love". He warned her: "Ruo'er, love cannot be moved or thought about. If you think about it, you will be dead." But since it is fate, how can she escape? On this long road of life, she is destined to meet him and fall in love with him. Even though she knows that he is her fate, she is willing to indulge in his intoxicating eyes, turn into a moth and pounce on his blazing fire. It wasn't until the blood in that area dyed her eyes red, and until the fateful love turned into a sharp blade that pierced her heart, that she realized that this love was life-threatening.
When all the past is gone, when all memories are shattered, and when they meet again, is this fatal love a disaster or an antidote?