The glance in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was the first time they met each other, and it was also the last time they met.
Two women who also bear the same deep hatred are like duckweeds in troubled times. The torrent of time embraces them and pushes them to nowhere.
Luoyan said, Qinghan, leave here and don't come back.
Qinghan said, no place without you is my home.
Concept: poignant love