On the day when the entire Wen family was executed, it snowed heavily.
Seventy-three human lives, overnight, became a taboo that no one dared to mention.
Half a year later, Ah Heng, the new maid in the Xie Mansion,
I picked up a hot bronze mirror in the snow outside the woodshed...
Concept: Can hatred and love coexist? When a person bears the blood debt of seventy-three lives, does he still deserve to have the rest of his life?