When they first met, Yi Mu saw through her trick of pretending to be a man at a glance. He threw off the lights of the capital city and passed through the crowd. The two of them ran desperately, but in the end they only came to nothing.
Ever since Yi Mu knew she was in a novel, the thread of fate had grabbed her hands and feet.
When they reunited seven years later, neither of them was as pure as before. In the entanglement of fate, power and desire are intertwined. I only remember the eyes that met under the lights that year, knowing each other's thoughts without a word.
Is the destined fate a good fate or a bad fate?
Motto: Destiny is in your own hands