Jia, the newly born reed. Under the scorching sun, it thrives and its style sways; in the moonlight, it sublimates quietly, quietly and euphemistically. The sun gave her prosperity in this life, but it also burned her body to pieces; the moonlight promised her tenderness, but the grass was ruthless and lived toward death. Han Jia always thought that Mu Xi was just a prince living in a fairy tale, and deliberately kept a distance. However, the moonlight was charming and the beauty was hazy, so he fell quietly. But when dawn came and the moon disappeared, Han Jia realized for the first time that there was such a passionate existence as Qiao Jinyan, so she began to hesitate. The moment she fell in love with her, she turned into ashes and disappeared. The sun hurt people and burned her to the point of being completely gone. In the evening, the moon slowly hung on the branches, whispering: Did you know that I am always there and never leave, does it hurt? Xiaojia.