In a burst of beautiful flowers, the straightforward and innocent girl met the lonely and bleak swordsman. They misunderstood, got to know each other, and cherished each other. Because I love you the most, I face the wind and rain calmly; because I love you the most, I want to become stronger. When the rain passes and the sky clears, I hold my son's hand and grow old with him, drunk in the shade of flowers by the West Lake.