The love between grandpa and grandma is a tragedy in life. Just as the poem says: The flowers float and the water flows, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow.
As a granddaughter, she could not change and could only sigh secretly.
Until that day, she returned to that era. Can this be changed?
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. Who does he love?
What choice does she face between love and family?