This is a Taoist love story with a Taoist priest. The male protagonist is a lay disciple of Taoism, but he lives in a Taoist temple, and the female protagonist is an architect. Their love is not boiling with fire or oil with honey, but it is true happiness. Sometimes happiness just requires seeing each other in your eyes and holding hands. I hope this story can bring freshness and beauty to you who live in an impetuous society.