"No traces, no blood, no corpses. The child who lost his soul is still alive, everything is business as usual."
The roads are too slippery in winter, and no matter how careful cars and people are, they will still slide forward uncontrollably.
Sliding into frozen ruts, sliding across unexpected ice, and sliding into the endless winter night.
This is Li Mai's last normal winter. From now on, dryness, cold, and such a flammable body would no longer bind her soul.
Concept: The heavy snow buried their parents, and the heavy snow enveloped their lovers.