"Maybe every man has had two women like this. If he marries a red rose, over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one will still be the moonlight in front of the bed; if he marries a white rose, the white one will become a grain of rice sticky on his clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on his heart." There are so many beautiful things in the world, and there are also many things that make people reluctant to let go. Who is this cinnabar mole and that beam of white moonlight? The person who can enter Wei Qizhao's heart.