Moths are like golden wisps of snow and willows, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance; have you heard of Hanchen? Before Dahan, Bailu, Jingzhe, and Lixia were established, and before the boy lost her, he dreamed of everything, followed the majesty on the throne, and searched for a blue color that spanned hundreds of millions of years, just to get back what he thought was the ultimate love. Is planning for decades really worth the real physical experience of the soul? A country divided into four and the woman he wanted to protect since childhood, or the Yipinlanyan who has always been close to each other? Ye Muxue, in the end, should I exchange him for the secrets of you and this continent... Even if I pay for everything wrongly?