A hundred years ago, he died in battle, and she regarded the parrot he left behind as her only confidant. When she missed him, she wrapped herself in loneliness and told him the stories of their past, beautiful, or desolate, soul-crushing. In an unexpected encounter, she thought his soul was attached to the parrot and returned to her. From then on, they ate and slept with him, never leaving each other, and they became a loving couple. Ten years later, he returned home in fine clothes after surviving the disaster, but she refused to recognize him and only regarded the parrot as her husband.
One hundred years later, Mou Hui, a Chinese-American violinist, came to Xishuangbanna to recover from her emotional wounds and began her dream-seeking journey. With the help of Dao Muyun, the descendant of the Dai King, she stepped into the ancient and sad story of a hundred years ago. Along the Lancang River, Mou Hui traveled to every corner of Banna, turning his lovesickness into a white cloud flowing down the ditches of the old and new tea mountains. In the ancient town of Yiwu, she met a parrot with snow-white fur and felt something in her heart. From then on, she and the girl in the story were always intertwined, and both faced the final choice of their respective emotions.