When we first met, she was 13 and he was 33.
Just one look back, and he is destined to be entangled from now on.
Fate made him the only one who relied on her, but it did not give them the right to stay together in an honest and upright life.
On the day of his wedding, she left for a long time. She doesn't complain because she understands his suffering; he doesn't forget because he understands her heart. She left a note:
You were born before I was born, but I was old when I gave birth to you. You hated that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early.
Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and I am already old. I wish I could not have given birth to you at the same time. I am with you every day.
I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean.
I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. I turned into a butterfly to find flowers, and roosted on the fragrant grass every night.
This is their sorrow.
The longed-for reunion is finally here, what kind of twists and turns will there be? Will fate give them some sympathy?
This is a relationship that turns over and over again, creating an ordinary - legend.
Conception: