In the first ten years, her parents met his parents, and a bad relationship was destined to begin and take root.
In the second ten years, she met him, and he promised her a three-foot folding fan and a deep love. Although she was young and ignorant, she made a lifelong commitment.
In the third decade, he recognized her, loved her, hurt her, and searched for her, but finally lost her; she waited for him, missed him, missed him, hated him, loved him again, but finally left him.
Ten years, sweet lovesickness, or endless hell. Looking back, does he still remember the whole life he promised her on the snow-white mountain with buckwheat flowers everywhere?
She missed him again and again but did not dare to know each other, knew each other but did not dare to recognize each other, recognized each other but did not dare to know each other. Looking back, is it his playing the piano under the moon that saves the charming moonlight; or is it her dancing in the forest that amazes those eyes under the moon?
The Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and on the top of the Holy Snow Mountain, he is left to sigh alone: The love is so deep that he doesn't even know where it started. I don't want to live forever, but I want to be the same in ten years and be as affectionate as ever.