I pursued the Tibetan Buddhist monk for three years. The first thing he did after returning to secular life was get engaged to his childhood sweetheart. For the first time, I saw another person reflected in those devout eyes of his. I gave a bitter smile. Fine. My three-year public service project in Tibet would be over in a month anyway. I asked my manager to replace me as project lead and prepared to return to Beijing and focus on acting. But Basang Gongbu chased me all the way to Beicheng, his eyes red as he clasped my hand tightly.
“Mu Huan, I’ve been lying to myself all this time.”
