Yan Li's name destined him to be separated for a lifetime.
He is the gentleness that grows in the cannibal palace, like a quiet and white snow, bearing everything and melting without any breath.
Until Yan Wugui broke in like the wind and became the only and excessively extravagant warmth in his frozen world.
The man gave him a "swallow trace silk", saying that it could sense life and death and bind each other.
Yan Li held the glimmer of light in his hands, being careful not to hold it too tightly. He learned from him to be free and easy, and learned from him to fly, but he never learned how to retain a ray of wind.
Yan Wugui said: "Don't trust people easily, including Master."
He only smiled but didn't speak
Yan Wugui said: "I will come back when the matter is finished and take you to Jiangnan to see the peach blossoms."
So he sent him away with a smile and never held him back.
The only thing he learned was how to quietly accept the final farewell when the thread was completely cold.
Until he discovered that the thread holding his life and love, and what was held at the other end, might not be the salvation he thought it was from the beginning.
"Master, you are the wind of freedom, I will not trap you."
"It's just that this game uses me as a chess piece, and uses my infatuation as a binding thread... Can you move forward with peace of mind?"
He was so gentle that he couldn't even harbor hatred. He just wanted to turn into a silent snow and quietly dissipate in a corner that he couldn't see.
Concept: Gentleness is choice and strength