Spring passed and winter came, the flowers fell, but she was always an outsider. She thought that it was all really over. Whether it was Xin Yang's elegance and affection or Xin Ming's crazy determination, they had nothing to do with her. Maybe in five years, maybe in ten years, no one will remember that lonely woman anymore, and there will only be praises about her in history books. And that unknown love also disappeared into the dust of history along with the remaining soul.