I told you I was drunk with my silence.
The night in Ulaanbaatar was so still, even the wind could not be heard.
That night, Su He collapsed outside Saren's yurt, and the blizzard swallowed his bloodstained confession.
Thirty years later, I found his diary, soaked in whiskey, at the Fengzhu Tavern:
"Snow clung to her eyelashes as she said my music was like the wild, free wind across the open plain."
"But the blizzard took her away and froze every word inside me."
As I trembled, I recognized Saren in the photograph. She looked exactly like me.
The mysterious visitor Qige pushed a silver box toward me:
The note beside a lock of dry hair inside shattered my life:
"Saren gave birth to a daughter and named her Yun He."
Beneath the snow lie the remains of a love story, or evidence of a parent's murder?
After Su Wanxing is reborn in flames and returns to the peak of the stage, she discovers an old photograph in the deepest drawer of Jiang Linyuan's desk, hidden beneath a thick medical file.
The girl in the photograph is wearing the dance costume in which she won her award, poised to soar beneath the spotlights. It is the unfinished swan song...
