The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old. In the end, the person I fell in love with was not you.
Ten years ago, she fled in embarrassment with her body covered in wounds;
Ten years later, she returns proudly, mysteriously and gorgeously;
Is it an accidental encounter, or is it a deliberate approach step by step?
The ten-year agreement, is it revenge or redemption?
A story about learning love and responsibility.