"My brother is not dead..."
Ten years later, Ming Huo set foot on the snowy fields on the northern border, living only with this one thought.
My brother left his last words "wait for me to come back" and disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow. Everyone said he was dead, except Ming Ming who didn't believe it.
He settled in a small town, and at night he heard someone stepping on the snow outside the window, one step at a time, stopping in front of the door.
The neighbor lowered his voice in panic: "Don't look for him... He may be hiding from you."
Ming Huo knew that his brother must still be alive.
What's waiting for him may no longer be a reunion, but the secret that his brother used his life to hide - a truth about blood relatives that is destined to be unspeakable.
Intention: Running silently is the deepest echo of fate