The woman in black looked at the woman with the same face as her, lying in the man's arms, entangled with each other. She suddenly didn't know whether she was Jing Rushui, the eldest lady of Jinghua Villa, or Qingyue, Jing Rushui's secret guard. A little joke, whose heart can be seen clearly? Whose tears are falling behind the lonely figure? The world is like a drama, and the love and hate they experienced are nothing more than a mirror and a big dream.