The soul after three thousand years, due to the arrangement of fate, returned to the twelfth century BC in ancient China.
She was derogated by future generations as the most powerful witch in history. Because of her, emperors set themselves on fire and the country perished.
Little did she know that due to the intervention of later generations' souls, her life trajectory had completely deviated from the track of history.
He died because of her frame-up, but she fell deeply in love with him
And he, who will become a hero of a generation, thanks to his many years of getting along with her, he offers her her heart and hands without any reservation.
The traces of life have changed, but where should their respective fates end?
Love is so deep that it means losing one's heart
Hers, his, his, or his, their heart was lost to whom, and where did it fall?
Can that person, that heart and soul be found again...