A fire meant for someone else reaches her, leaving nothing but ashes.
Atop Peach Blossom Island, his endless longing is carved into a nameless wooden stele, while his deep and unwavering love lies buried in a tomb containing only his clothes and hat.
Setting it all ablaze is both coincidence and no coincidence. Behind every seemingly fated event lies deliberate human intent.
Snow blankets a thousand mountains, clouds stretch ten thousand feet deep. No matter how deeply one loves, even the most persistent devotion cannot withstand the numbness of being ignored.
When they first met, she wore a red veil to hide the shame of her face, pocked with boils like beans. He leaned against the railing in white, and during a variety show, he was moved to play "Three Variations on the Plum Blossom". Their zither and flute played in harmony, stirring an old tale. She watched the performance, enthralled, and his seemingly casual teasing proved true: "A noble gentleman, whom I can never forget."
A lotus-colored sash threaded with gold concealed a soft sword and bound together two generations of love and fate. It was just like the name she gave it: "Cause and Effect." All things are empty, but cause and effect are not. Those who sow the cause must reap the fruit.
In Records of Heaven and Earth, Qiaoru said, "All beings look back upon the cycles of the mortal world; cause and effect follow their destined course."
When obsession spills beyond the mortal world, fate and circumstance converge, and all things arise, fade, and scatter. He disguises himself and infiltrates the enemy camp, hoping to defy Heaven by his own strength. When they meet again, he suffers Heaven's retribution, and she shields him with her own body...
Theme: I wandered the world in search, turning this way and that, only to discover that sweet love is a flower blooming in the heart.
