The stream full of peach blossoms is like a mirror, and the heart of dust is like dirt that cannot be washed away. A dusty past was brought to an isolated Wangchuan Valley with the collapse of a dynasty. If Yanran had never been broken by that person in her life, maybe she would have been the most carefree peach blossom goddess in this paradise. However, as long as she is a human being, she has desires, and as long as she has desires, she cannot be alone like a god. You must know that all love, hate, and hatred in the world evolve from desire. Although people despise vulgarity and ugliness, they do not know that as time goes by, they will eventually become unrecognizable.