从前，有个年轻人每天挑着担子走街串巷卖油为生，人们叫他“卖油郎”，因为家里穷尚未娶妻。有一天，在路上，他看到有人在卖画，画上画的是一个非常漂亮的年轻女子， sells oil for a living. People called him "oil seller." He was still single because his family was poor. One day, on the street, he saw someone selling paintings. The painting depicted a beautiful young woman who had caught his eye. He immediately bought the painting and stopped selling oil, carefully placing it in his home as if it were a precious treasure.

As time passed, the oil seller became more and more obsessed with the painting. He would spend hours admiring it every day, almost forgetting to sell oil again. His neighbors began to worry about him, but they didn't know what to do.

One evening, when the moonlight shone through the window and illuminated the room where he lived alone with only that painting as company, he decided to follow her back into the world of art after much contemplation and hesitation.

The next morning at dawn's break when she woke up from her slumber within those frames she found herself in an unfamiliar place - sitting in front of an easel covered with canvas sheets blanketed by colors waiting for their turn to be painted upon them; there was no sign or hint of any human presence around except perhaps some faint whispers carried away by wind through open windows which led her back into reality once again...

But little did anyone know that this chance encounter between two souls across centuries would become one unforgettable night filled with laughter tears love dreams and nightmares all intertwined like threads weaving together fabric of destiny shaping lives forever changing paths unearthing secrets hidden behind walls keeping stories alive eternally bound by memories shared under starry skies on such fateful eve while hearts beat synchronized rhythmically beating out life itself...