On a cold night in a mountain village in the 1970s, Zhang Yao awoke from a state of disorientation, only to find his wife, Chen Taohua, emaciated to the point of bone, and their timid daughter. In his previous life, he had driven his wife and daughter to death in an icy river, driven by gambling and alcoholism. His remorse was searing. This time, he was reborn before the tragedy itself—the dilapidated house, the empty rice jar, the terrified eyes of his wife and daughter all told him: Atonement begins from this moment. He clenched his fists, vowing to throw away the wine jar, shoulder the burden of the family, and spend the rest of his life warming this home he had frozen.