In an old house where strong winds tore the night apart, eight-year-old Zhao Ziyuan was forced to become an accomplice in her mother's death. Her father, Zhao Wei, climbed to the top of wealth through blood, but she fell into the abyss. There is no siren, no savior, just the locust petals under the sea of silence gradually sinking into darkness, like a scream that has never existed. Under the sea of silence, those who chase the light are eventually swallowed up by darkness, leaving only sin and regret mourning in the years.
