One night, as indifferent as the ice in November, an inexplicable time travel, a helpless deal, she actually wanted to marry him. The groom actually jumped over the wall and escaped on the wedding night...
Is it really that simple? A pagoda, an ancient mirror, a voice, or a conspiracy? This is a story burdened with hatred, betrayal, love, fate, and responsibility. Who is right or wrong will fade away with two lines of icy tears in the breeze and drizzle. Let us wait quietly for their appearance, the beginning of each scene, the end of each scene. Perhaps by the end, it is no longer clear who is singing and dancing on the stage and who is bursting with tears off the stage.