Two years after breaking up with Wei Qianye, my lung cancer finally reached its late stage. In the final moments of my life, I dragged my pain-racked body to Namtso. We'd agreed to come here after being in love for 999 days. But in the end, I was the only one who came. The doctor kept calling to urge me to return for chemotherapy. I silenced my phone and buried the pendant Wei Qianye had given me by the lake.
"Wei Qianye, this is the last time I'll think of you."
"Maybe there won't be another chance."
As soon as I finished speaking, my nosebleed dripped into the sand. But behind me came the voice I'd longed to hear for three years: "Miss, would you mind taking a picture of me and my girlfriend?"
