Over wildfires and across rivers, the hands we hold have never been separated.
Wei Mi's world is like a big river of childhood memories in dreams, flowing to an invisible distance.
Until one day, he watched the adopted children meet their own end,
When you swallow the pain of separation of flesh and blood, you can see clearly that the source that continuously pushes the river forward is the destiny that has been decided long ago.
In the old Yan deep forest, an old friend came down from the mountain. Wei Mi escaped from the world three times in his life and changed lives, only to suffer more painful consequences.
He separated from his mother, broke up with his mentor, and watched the children he raised fight to the death.
At the end, when you meet the children riding the bullock cart in the small mountain village, will you think of the Chunyan you saw in your mother's arms?
Intention: Prayer before fate comes