In a prosperous and ordinary town, a white-haired boy has lost his memory; the threads of memory gradually intertwine. Is it the pull of fate or has his destiny been controlled? The blood and tears of the orphaned young man slowly intertwined, and the truth was paved with blood bit by bit. At the end of the road, there is only despair. Is everyone's fate just a game in which they are used as pawns?
"I believe in fate, but I don't accept it." One word after another, the young man at that time was so dazzling.