There Is No More Her in Hiding

[Soft little mute VS Tibetan play giant crocodile + 1v1 + wife chasing crematorium + plateau sadomasochism + BE/HE two endings] Wen Qin's world is silent. Congenital heart disease was holding her breath, and the shadow of her parents' early death weighed on her shoulders. Even her boyfriend, whom she had loved for three years, turned around and embraced someone else because of her "conservatism." With the idea of ​​earning tuition for her younger brother, she fell into the sunshine of Tibet. The wind in Barkhor Street blew through her hair, and Dorje was standing in front of the Songshi Store. His Tibetan robe was scented with butter, and his eyes were like the water of Namtso Lake, first with the calculation of a bet, and then filled with the heat of sincerity. He protected her from yaks, accompanied her to make a wish in front of the 12-year-old statue of Sakyamuni in Jokhang Temple, and signed "Aqin" in sign language on the Potala Palace Square... But the bet to "take down the little mute within a month" finally became a knife that pierced her heart. "Duoji secretly took a profile photo of Wenqin and said, "I will definitely be able to capture this little mute in a month." "Dorji hugged her quietly in the cold night: "From now on, I will cover your turquoise stone - and you." "Wen Qin clutched Duoji's cell phone and shed tears on the word "bet": "..."" "Duoji blocked the door of the rental house, his voice hoarse: "Aqin, I was wrong, don't hide from me anymore." "Wen Qin leaned against the corner and coughed, covering his chest with his hand and reaching for the medicine bottle: "...""