When Xiaoman saw him for the first time, she had a feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps this was a destined encounter. There is no doubt that he is a prince, but he is not her prince. The two of them love so deeply and truly, but they are destined to separate. They don't understand love, but they love wildly, letting love wander outside of friendship. If they had discovered each other's feelings earlier, wouldn't they have so many regrets? He wouldn't be in a daze in front of the girl wearing a red hat eating ice cream; nor would she shiver outside the window of a white shirt that she couldn't afford to buy with three months' salary. I believe that if time goes back, they will make the same choice. They put themselves too low and their love for each other too low. Desire, power, money and the eyes of others, which one is more important than this fragile love?
When they met again, he was the proud son of heaven but he was alone; she thought that a married woman was tired of life. It was not that her husband didn't love her but he didn't know how to care for her. A loveless marriage was ultimately tiring, and his appearance also aged with his heart. Will they be burned to ashes by the fire of love, or will they wave their hands and walk into the distance without each other, regretting to death.