At night when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, a light will light up deep in Zhaoye Ridge.
If a lost person approaches by following the light, he will see an old inn: a red lantern hangs in front of the door, a brazier is burning in the hall, the innkeeper is cold but will leave food, the old storyteller is always telling old stories that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and there is also a little fox who reluctantly inherited the backlight and is responsible for lighting the way for lost people.
This is not the end, nor is it a destination.
It's more like a temporary place to stay.
The living will come, and the dead will come; some come to avoid the snow, some come to wait for letters, and some are just too tired from walking and want to sit by the brazier for a while. There are many roads hidden in the snow-capped mountains outside the inn, some leading to old dreams, some leading to regrets, and some leading to words that have not yet been spoken.
And "you" also live here temporarily.
You don't know how long you will stay, and you don't know whose story the next snow will bring. You only know that whenever the snow starts again and there is a gentle knock on the door, the lights of Zhaoye Inn will still be on.
If someone opens the door, there will be a way back on the snowy night.
Intention: There are many regrets in life that cannot be taken back, but there are always people willing to accompany you for a while.