In late autumn in Mobei, the north wind has already blown.
There was white snow floating in the sky, and a man's slender back stood in the cold wind.
"It's been a year, where have you been?" The man looked at the portrait of the woman in his hand with infinite affection and melancholy in his eyes.
"General, it's snowing. It's better to go into the tent." The deputy general beside him said with concern.
The man stared into the distance, sighed, and slowly turned around and returned to the tent.