She, with a white horse and a Nine Heavens Dream, ran from the devil world to the human world. Before she met him, she never knew how ostentatious she looked in red, nor did she understand the ups and downs of life. It was supposed to be a good story written when I was young, but because the sky, the earth, and the world are full of savage beasts, it has not been able to come to fruition. Fate between flowers in the mirror and dream in water and moon, how should she choose?