I tell you in silence that I am drunk.
The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet that you can't even hear the wind.
That night Su He fell drunk outside Saren's yurt, and the wind and snow swallowed up his blood-stained confession.
Thirty years later, I found his whiskey-soaked diary in Fengzhu Bar:
"She said with snow on her eyelashes, the sound of my piano is like the free wind in the wilderness."
"But the wind and snow took her away and froze all my words."
When I trembled and saw clearly that Saren looked exactly like me in the photo,
The mysterious visitor Sieg pushed the silver box in front of me——
The note next to the dead hair in the box tore my life apart:
"Saren gave birth to a daughter, named Yunhe."
Buried under the wind and snow, are the remains of love or the blood evidence of parricide?
When Su Wanxing was reborn from the ashes and returned to the top of the stage, he found an old photo buried under a heavy medical record in the deepest drawer of Jiang Linyuan's desk——
The girl in the photo is wearing her award-winning dance dress, dancing gracefully in the spotlight, it is the unfinished song...
