That year, Lou Yi danced under the peach blossom tree. The corners of her goose-yellow skirt swept over the green grass in circles, and the petals were flying all over the sky. It was very beautiful. At the end of the dance, a man slowly walked towards her, stretched out his hand to touch the petal mark on her left eyebrow and foot... As a gift, she tied her hair and inserted a hairpin for life. Three months later, with a phoenix crown and a harem, ten miles of red makeup, she married the one she loved. On her eighteenth birthday, she jumped from the palace gate. At the same time, a girl fell from the edge of the ancient tomb. A burst of peach blossoms filled the sky, and her soul traveled through the millennium...