Whose concerns are brought by the snowflakes in the northern desert, and whose thoughts are hidden in the melancholy of the southern beauty. The general guarding the border and her helpless political marriage, the heartache of the struggle for power, unable to love, leaving only longing for her. The only option is to part ways in the end? Maybe he is just a stranger after all? The so-called family marriage, political promotion, longing for each other... Is it really the best destination to walk alone in the northern desert and let the longing be buried in the desert?