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The sharp-minded concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the auspicious Bailu Ling once gave each other the remaining tenderness and sincerity in their lives in the Nine Dreams. The illusion collapsed, but the two people lost the memory of each other in the flow of light and shadow. On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the long street is like daytime and the crowds are like weaving. An inadvertent glance from afar seemed like a thunder cracking through the chaos - the facial features were obviously strangers, but hot tears fell without warning, hitting the hustle and bustle, causing tiny ripples. The past has been forgotten, but the bond engraved in the bones and blood has never been severed. This sudden glimpse is the end of forgetfulness and the starting point of rebirth of fate.