A bright moon reflected across the river, turning the branches of the sycamore trees red, causing the water flowing eastward to flow backwards. In a daze, a heavenly door seemed to open, and looking around, it turned out to be a strange illusion for Lu Li. And when countless illusions overlap, intertwining time and space, blurring years, clear feelings, beautiful scenery, and old friends in rich clothes, what is illusion and what is reality?
Intention: Unknown longing