[Era + tearjerker + family search + obsession + redemption + cute baby + cruelty of war]
In 1960, after a cruel disaster, six-year-old Yaya woke up from the ruins.
She patted the dirt on her body, and as usual, she picked up her small schoolbag with red stars sewn on it and embarked on the long road to find her brother who was a soldier.
She would pick up steamed buns on the roadside when she was hungry, hide in a ruined temple to sleep when she was tired, and leave footprints in the snow when she stepped on them.
But why did the pedestrians on the road ignore her?
The uncle who asked for directions clearly looked in her direction, but what he said was an answer to another person.
Yaya doesn't care, she thinks that as long as she keeps walking, she can always find her brother.
Along the way, she met many strange people: the blind grandmother who was waiting in the ruins to sacrifice her son, the stubborn veteran who insisted on patrolling with an empty gun... Yaya could chat with them, and could also use her magical "strength" to help living people in danger, even if she would feel dizzy every time she finished helping.
Until one day, my brother who was a soldier finally received an old letter covered in mud. The whole military area burst into tears and frantically searched for the three-headed little milk bag who had walked thousands of miles...
