When the first moon meets the warm sun, it is just a sad song. Only rivers and mountains can reflect the glimmer of the first moon. When all she devoted herself to was heartbreaking betrayal, Yan Chuyue no longer believed that there was love worth pursuing in the world. The cold heart passed through spring, summer, autumn and winter, but among the bustling crowd on the corridor, I saw the eyes of the deep spring - Jiang Muche. From then on, the four seasons are no longer just the ticking of the clock, the meeting of the moon and the river, and what kind of song of separation and reunion will he and she continue to write.