When the wind rises, howling in the lonely village, every single time Qingxuan hears someone knocking at his door. But every single time, it's only him and the wind. He continues to survive, living an existence of regret until, one last time, the wind rises again, and someone knocks at his door. Someone is standing in the wind. Who could it be? © This is an original fanfiction, the story is mine, the characters aren't. The characters belongs to Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's work "Heaven official's blessings" (TGCF)