She is a poor girl abandoned by God, who has been licking her wounds alone for twenty years. He is the all-powerful, handsome and charming son of heaven. Two parallel lines that should not intersect are entangled by fate. Is it joy? Is it sad? Or is it a mockery of fate? She thought that this man had given her all the happiness in the world, but she didn't know that the pursuit of love had just begun. She hated, hated that he had given her all the love in the world, but it was overturned overnight. Although she was unwilling, regretful, and ridiculed, how could she take back the sincerity he had given her?