If spring represents the beginning, then autumn is the end. There is a kind of flower that only takes the most beautiful one hundred and one days from blooming to withering. It withers in spring and autumn. This flower is called - their love.
She is as ordinary as a speck of dust in the rolling red dust. She is not dazzling or ostentatious, and just wants to spend her life in an ordinary way. She has always adhered to her inner expectations, and even her best friend did not see her hidden light... Until the moment she found her heartbeat, she hesitated. Only the most dazzling herself was worthy of the radiant him, and only the home she wanted to stay away from the most could afford her this honor. In the end, she chose to escape and continued to search for her small presence beside him in obscurity. It's just that she doesn't understand that sometimes missing it means a lifetime
He is as dazzling as a shooting star in the vast darkness. It only takes a moment to light up everyone's heart. Prominent family background, outstanding appearance, gentle character, romantic and unrestrained way of treating others... Pieced together into a perfect and incomplete him. Although he seems cheerful, he is burdened with the heavy mission given to him by his family, and no one can see his fragile heart. But he didn't expect that it was the inconspicuous her who gave him tenderness. He tried his best to gain a glimmer of hope for their love, but she buried everything with her own hands. One hundred and one days of happiness are enough for him to spend his whole life recalling and forgetting.
Time flies, but cruelly refuses to leave them time to stay together... Looking back, things have changed and people have changed. Can they still find that original love?