The wind suddenly blows, the green hair flies, the grass and trees sway, and thousands of dusty memories of the past are stirred up. Tsing Yi feels sad, the leaves fall from her hands, and the world is filled with flowers. The troubles of the mortal world are nothing more than passing clouds. The legend of fate, when will it not disturb the world of mortals? A person, an object, a good story; a frown, a scene, a bad fate. I don't envy the richness in my ordinary life, I just want to go to the end of the world with you leisurely...