This is a pseudo-Republic of China story.
As cold-hearted as she is, she doesn't believe there is any kind of love in this world that makes people nostalgic. But why, why is there a pair of eyes that always lingers in her heart? A woman from an aristocratic family, dressed in brocade and with plain face, is sizing up the situation in troubled times. She may seem cold, but she is exquisite and clear, which attracts the strong man who regards women as vulgar objects to prostrate himself under her skirt.
The family and the country are thousands of miles away, and the man is the world. She meets him by chance.
This is a worldly love, who occupies whose heart?
In the entanglement of love, who is the final loser?