When she met him, the apricot blossoms in the royal city were in full bloom. He saw her and smiled at the imprudent little girl. If Zhuluo knew at that time that her future interactions with Zhu Yaochen were doomed to tragedy, she would rather not have this dreamlike first encounter. He is the leader of birds, but she is a strange white crow, born in a different way, this is her destiny. After meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and then killing and forgetting each other, can she and him return to the beginning? Are there lovers in the world doomed to tragedy? . . . . .