Freezing rain and white-haired winds raged in the cold winter. The snow and wind crushed the roofs of the old houses at the head of the village and shattered the tranquility of the village. Uncle De summoned his neighbors to clear the snow to avoid danger, but the screams of the second army failed to stop the iron hoof of fate - this sudden white-haired wind became a catastrophe that devoured the whole village. Only Xiaoxu, who was hidden in the warm house, escaped in ignorance. It was more than a month ago when she opened the door of the house again, the wind and snow had stopped, and all that was left in the yard were the collapsed wood, the frozen bloodstains in the yard, and the neighbors who would never come back. The warm sound of the shovel clashing and the comforting voice of her mother had all turned into the dead silence after the white-haired wind passed, leaving her alone to guard the empty village and the endless cold winter.
