Five years ago, she was very close to him, with the dazzling halo above his head, the disparity in status, the fate tightly controlled by the family, and the domineering and sinister pursuit of Zhang Qingcang, the young owner of the Zhangjia Grand Tea House, making them seem to be far away and never being able to hold each other's hands. Later, the world was turned upside down, the country was in turmoil, and the people were displaced, and they met again. The crazy thoughts that are ready to stir deep in my heart, the recklessness and fearlessness of youth who are desperate for love, whether they pass by each other or end up alone. . . When she was sixteen years old, Xie Jinyu held her hand tightly under the bridge painted with colorful smoke and willows, "An Ruosu, don't make random guesses. You have never been to my world, how do you know it is so far away?"