In an English-style castle deep in the forest, a wounded soul is waiting under the moon; in an elegant and long-standing well-known college, a pair of clear eyes are slightly closed in the shadow of the trees. The gears of fate are still turning non-stop. Did he and she pass by each other, or are they destined to stay together? The relationship between you and me is by no means just a waltz between two people.
In a turbulent era, there are competing interests, entangled old grudges, constant sorrow, and endless love... Even if everyone betrays relatives and leaves, there is no turning back, and even if you give everything you have, you have no regrets.
Time is like a song, gradually moving away. Is love like fragrant tea, getting weaker and weaker as time passes; or is love like mellow wine, getting stronger as time goes by?