This is a forest where silvery white snowflakes will always float. Everything here will always have only one color, a crystal clear silvery white.
Silver-white forest, silver-white snowflakes, silver-white snowflakes falling on the silver-white tomb. There are two lonely tombstones erected in the two tombs. The lonely tombstones are engraved with cold handwriting, and the cold handwriting is faintly visible in the snowflakes.
Juechen no longer remembers how many years have passed. There are countless days like this. Juechen would sit next to the tombstone every day, holding a four-hole piccolo with his only left hand. The sound from the piccolo is always so desolate and sad. The sadness is so sad that people cannot bear to hear it. The sadness is so sad that it makes people forget their sadness and their heart is numb. What is sadness?
Concept: A tough and suspenseful crime-solving mixed with sadomasochism.