Yan Huo was born in a well-off scholarly family. When he was a child, he was careless and thought that he was a teacher's child. He accepted the envious eyes of others as a matter of course and felt that he was very happy. It was not until he entered elementary school that he realized that this was not the case. . . . . . . Mu Huan has been living in his aunt's home in a small town since his parents passed away. He is treated with gentleness and courtesy. He is also very grateful for the kind actions from his aunt, but he doesn't know what he seems to be missing. . . . . . Under the camphor tree, beside the lotus leaf pond, standing on the golden ginkgo leaves, in the wind with flying silver snowflakes, what do you (I) see? What is life? What is the world? Who are we? We met among millions of people in hundreds of millions of light years. . . . . .
Intention: Fate, so this is what it is all about