The first time I met Fang Nan was in Tibet.
It was a clear and bright day in September ten years ago. The blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and the mirror-like lake surface reflected the floating clouds.
When I got off the bus and looked up, I was deeply shocked. I wanted to shout and run wildly.
Until many years later, when he closed his eyes, Yi Xia could still see the deep and light blue of Namtso.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
