Ye Qiao believes that there must be perfection written in books in this world, but after seeing too many unfortunate endings, can she still have any hope for the future? For a long time, Ye Qiao has been guarding a quiet courtyard with only herself. Many people pass by the window and ask her for water and directions, and she always makes friends with them enthusiastically. When you get used to passing by and saying goodbye, you will linger and look back for a long time, whether you can push open the closed door. When the tranquility and peace you long for come to nothing, what else should you not give up?