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A story about the massacre of the city thirty years ago, a story about her father's mysterious death, and a secret that has been hidden for hundreds of years by the Western Gods. She shuttled back and forth with him, letting the grudges and entanglements buried by time cover her face and body. Her brother, father, lover, the origin of her life, life itself, was a weight she could not bear in her lifetime. The east wind blows hard, all the flowers fly away, the lone crane sings loudly, and the boat sails westward. The moon pavilion held hands together, the bridge was exposed and the flute was heard, and finally it became the old things in the dream. Only the blood connection remains the same. On the way to escape in the ice and snow, he touched her soft little face with a cold finger and told her: "It's time to leave, I will take you away..." From that moment on, they were placed in the palm of fate at the same time, and they could no longer escape.