The luckiest thing in the world is not that the person you like also likes you appropriately, but that you can cherish the person who likes you. Fate is a very fragile thing, and any external force may be a sharp sword that blocks it, but I think there should be nothing that can prevent you from cherishing someone who loves you. Zhi Yao, the favored son of heaven, Wu Ming, a talented young man, Qing Huan in his youth, all stories of love and hate, are all controlled by a conspiracy...