He, a white-clothed crayon, was young and frivolous, but lost all his memories. When all the memories are recovered, which one is the real him?
She, Wang Xie Jinyan, could not bear to be restrained, so she rode a red horse south to the Song Dynasty. Could she have met the destined person? When the palace changes and a red robe is torn to pieces, will everything be in vain?
Loyalty or affection, which one is his final choice? And how will she face it?
Painted pens and plain zither, butterflies and flowers fall in love, are the butterflies and flowers lingering, or are the butterflies and flowers scattered?