——On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When Yan Miaomiao was eight years old, she was still a young lady from an innocent family. When Xie Linqiu was fourteen years old, he was still an unsuccessful second young master. ——On the top of a willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk. When Yan Miaomiao was eighteen years old, she was already a famous brothel oiran in the capital. When Xie Linqiu was twenty-four years old, he was already an official of the government and the public, and the prince respected him somewhat. ——On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. "Brother Linqiu." "Miao Miao." "Xie Lang." "Yan Niang." - Missing the person from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. The person you once thought about deeply disappeared in the blink of an eye. The mountain winds and turns, if I see her again, the sky above the snow remains, if I find him. Will you still want her? Will you still love him? "I want it." "Slave love."