This is just a memory.
It recalled a little girl who came from the depths of the desert to join the army. She met a good friend and a lover in the military camp, and also found her biological sister whom she had lost. Happiness sprouted quietly in the war, and love took root firmly in the turmoil. But she fell in love with a man who was not accepted by her father and her tribe. Even because of this man, her tribe was exterminated.
She wants to preserve the last innocence of love and defend the last territory of her tribe. Should she hold on or give up? If there were no wars and conspiracies, no glory and no identity, two people who didn't ask for lingering or affection, could they get a hug from each other?
It turns out that love is not just a matter of two people. They also have a family and a country. In front of their family and country, who among all living beings can avoid disputes and have happiness?
The strong wind has been blowing for thousands of years. Whose memories are buried under the yellow sand? Whose love?
(There is sugar, there is abuse, there is no brain-deadness, and there is emphasis on logic.)
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