Thirty-six-year-old Chen Yue lives a peaceful life and has a happy family.
Until she began to dream repeatedly of a gray-yellow village, and the air was filled with the smell of dry loess.
In her dreams, someone always said to her: "You are Li Fei's person."
But she never knew Li Fei.
The dream became clearer and more specific - the oppressive sight, the silent queue, the arms as pale as porcelain on the tray, and the frightened eyes of the children.
She couldn't tell whether it was imagination or some kind of cold echo.
The boundary between reality and dreams begins to collapse.
Chen Yue discovered that the village called "Xiwang" seemed to have really existed, but also seemed to have been completely erased.
And the name Li Fei, with its faded ideals and bloody ending, became the door to everything and the cage that trapped her.
When she followed the broken clues and approached the core of the truth step by step, she was shocked to realize that what she was looking for might not be a dusty past, but another life that she had forgotten.
The wind, which never stopped, was howling from the winter decades ago to her current window.
