At the foot of Dufeng Mountain, in the ice and snow, the identity, past, and memory of the woman who fell here are in chaos. Only the hollow tea hosta in the dream is able to hook out the traces under the dust, which confuses people's hearts. For those little possibilities, I never wanted to get involved in the Tian family's turmoil... God's will makes people, so why do we need man-made disasters; I am obsessed with it, so why bother with worldly affairs.