Sometimes she is as cool and aloof as a plum blossom, and sometimes she is as alluring as a poppy.
Sometimes she is as pure and lovely as a lotus, and sometimes she is as sad and deadly as the other side.
He has seen through the world and everything. He wants to play around with the world, but he can't play with her.
He has a changeable personality but only appears in front of her. His heart has fallen. Can he escape from her grasp?
After all, she and him, she and him, are passers-by in this time and space, or they are destined lovers in this time and space.