The ancient wind swept the yellow sand across the barren plains, and the tribe's cooking smoke crumbled in the drought. She is the most inconspicuous woman in the tribe. She understands the laws of vegetation and trees, and knows some basic methods to stop bleeding and heal injuries. She struggles to survive in the deprived years with her tenacity. When the drought that lasted for three months exhausted the last bit of food reserves, the elders decided to migrate to find the legendary river valley with rich water and grass. She followed her tribe on an unknown journey.
On the way, a pack of wolves attacked and the tribesmen were unable to defend themselves. She rescued a strange man who was seriously injured in the chaos. He is taciturn, has superb hunting skills, and carries a fierce aura that does not belong to any tribe. In order to survive, the two walked together. She used plants and trees to treat his wounds and identify edible roots and wild fruits; he used a spear to defend against beasts and open a way forward.
On the plains, survival is the heaviest proposition. The plunder between tribes, the cruelty of nature, and the suspicion of people push them to desperate situations time and time again. But as we get along day and night, the silent protection gradually heats up, the heat when the rough palms touch each other, and the determination to help each other in desperate situations, make the two hearts wandering in suffering slowly get closer.
They fought for food, ran for shelter, hugged each other for warmth in heavy rains, and shared each other's past around the campfire. There are no gorgeous vows, no complicated etiquette, only the most primitive sincerity and concern, composing an ancient love song about survival, companionship and deep love in the vast world.
