Qi Yuan, a muse-type woman in the new era, is self-aware of her beauty and full of artistic creativity, and loves all romance in the world.
"The pursuit of romance is itself a very romantic thing."
Drunk on a summer night, she stood in a pavilion in the lake, facing the romantic stars and water, and shouted to Zhang Yu who was passing by.
"Do you want to confess your love to me?"
Zhang Yu glanced at her.
The spring flowers have passed and the autumn moon has yet to come. She is the true beauty in this world.
Zhang Yu only took one look, remembered it for decades, and recalled it for a lifetime.
"She is the Qi Yuan of this world and my romance."