I am just an inconspicuous ordinary woman in reality, but I fantasize about having romantic love and hope to find someone who truly understands me. However, my heart is as high as the sky and my life is as thin as paper. Who can understand the thoughts of Cinderella on the iceberg of Sagittarius? As a result, by accident, he was transported to a mysterious time and space, and finally met the man of his dreams, but he turned out to be an ice-cold beauty! Should I give up the arrogance I have been insisting on and approach him, or should I continue to persist?