Flowers fall, flowers bloom and become withered, and the geometry of fate gathers and fate is forgotten. She is a little white fox from the fox tribe, and he is a poor little boy from Chiyan Mountain. There was no connection at all, but their fates intersected due to a natural disaster. Twenty years later, the little white fox began to wander into the human world. However, the little boy lost his mother due to a natural disaster and became a monk practicing to subdue demons. Destiny makes them entangled, but because of their respective identities, they drift further and further apart. After experiencing one life and death bond after another, can they still face their original intentions and hearts calmly? The emotion hidden deep in the heart will one day burst out, and then, will it calm down or dissipate? Is it futility or death? Meeting you is the greatest laughter and calamity in my life.