Once the storm rises, it is difficult to control yourself. I am as calm as the wind, sighing that the world is like a situation. Who am I? Am I an ordinary woman in my previous life, or am I a peerless beauty who has transformed into bones and soul after time travel? Even though I have an exquisite and clear heart, it is difficult to be involved in all kinds of intersections. Is it better to go back when all the flowers have fallen away?