On the uninhabited road, his car hit her car.
He got out of the car and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Sorry, it's my responsibility."
She went from numbness in her left hand to her heart—she had never heard such a sound in six years as a college vocalist.
He is the wildest guide in Tibet, ruffian, dangerous, and of unknown origin.
She is a cultural relic restorer from City S. She is quiet, clean, and full of thorns.
He said: "Song Wenlan, I'm not interested in you."
He turned around and stole her necklace, waiting for her everywhere she would appear.
On the Medog cliff, she held on to him hanging in mid-air: "Don't let go!"
His eyes turned red: "Do you know, you are the first person who made me want to live."
Later he hung the Dzi beads around her neck: "This is the way home."
And she pointed to the golden mountain in Namjagbarwa and said: "The road is in your eyes."
