He is the snow lotus on the top of the mountain, aloof and pure, riding in the rivers and lakes. She is the orchid in the quiet valley, quiet and agile, hidden deep in the valley bottom. On the top of Qingcheng Mountain, the morning sun was rising. He was dressed in white, and he danced through her darkness with a sword. On the bank of the lake, the shadow of the moon is hazy. She is drinking tea with her bare hands, and her wrists are as white as the moonlight in his heart. The sea is in turmoil, and he promises her to live up to it in this life. Liangcheng is foggy, she wishes him eternal peace. What will happen when snow on the top of the mountain meets flowers on the bottom of the valley?