That year, it was September, the time was fixed at nine nine, and suddenly there was heavy snowfall. The sky changed drastically, but the blood-red sky was filled with heavy snow. An old man drinking wine was walking staggeringly on the road, muttering something in a low voice. He could vaguely hear wine, wine, and there seemed to be a baby crying...
There was a baby lying silently at the door of a remote orphanage. Snowflakes fell slowly and fell into the center of the eyebrows. A red light flashed and the blood-red snowflake mark penetrated deeply. The baby actually laughed. The people from the orphanage walked out of the gate, cast a casual glance, and hurriedly picked up the baby who was still laughing on the snow. The sky changed again, turning into a sunny September day again...
Everything seems normal as usual, but also seems mysteriously a little unusual, and the wheel of fate opens.