A general who doesn't know how to be obedient marries a girl who knows how to settle accounts. He didn't know how to love. He only remembered that she asked "Does it hurt?" And he remembered it for nine years. She thought he was cold, but later she found out that he was afraid - afraid of being kind to others, afraid of people leaving, afraid that he had learned to give but was too late. The two people are like two lonely mountains, silent across the wasteland, slowly learning to take one step and then another step towards each other. Love is not the goal, trust is. And the affection that grows out of trust is stronger than any beginning.
Intention: love