Once upon a time, for 14 years, I was cherished and held tightly in my hand like a pearl in my palm. Once upon a time, there were six ups and downs, and they were imprisoned in the Golden Horse Qianque like a zombie puppet. Some people say that the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows is a gift from God, but fate has never been kind to her. God's will is to let her have everything, and then taste the taste of losing everything. We can see each other at the first glance, but we are separated by the world; if we see each other again, we will be separated forever. The snow was floating in the wind, like flowers in the mist, falling silently for fourteen years. She was a person who was shackles and wanted to live her whole life in a dream. The snow fourteen years ago was like a bright fire, burning up the three thousand palaces and all her memories. Destiny drew a circle and returned to the original starting point. Smoked willow bead curtains, hooked railings and tiles, the stars of the day fell into the mortal world, she walked through carrying the palace lantern, the Qian gauze tent was warm, separated by wisps of clear and light vermilion, looking back, she saw a pair of deep and bright eyes. That day, she fell in love with someone.