The early wind swept the broken snow over thousands of peaks, leaving only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. The young man stood on the top of the mountain holding a sword. The other end of the red rope wrapped behind him was tied to the person who reached out to hold him when he fell from the clouds.
The red thread wrapped around the wrist is the fetters of fate and the mountains and seas that cannot be crossed. They once stood side by side in rivers, lakes and temples, but due to a conspiracy, they were pushed to opposite ends. In a desperate situation surrounded by thousands of snowy mountains, should they hold hands and stay together, or separate with swords? When the memories of the past are uncovered layer by layer, delusions become obsessions, and memories become locks, only the red thread still binds the two of them on their way home in the wind and snow.
Purpose: Protect ecological security