Twenty-seven-year-old Zhou Hao is an orphan. No parents, no lovers, no phone calls to make in the middle of the night. He has a stable 996 job, a house of 38 square meters, and a diagnosis of mild depression.
The doctor advised him not to go to work anymore. He didn't know where to go, so he bought a train ticket to Lhasa.
On that train heading west, he met Zhu Han. She has a dimple on the left side of her smile and speaks crisply. She will put strawberry biscuits into his hands, remember that he loves sweets, and pour him a cup of hot sweet tea in the yard in the early morning.
Under the sunshine in Lhasa, Zhou Hao felt for the first time that life might be able to take its time.
But he didn't know that Zhu Han also had a secret of his own - a secret about time that he couldn't bear.
This is a story about how two broken people came close to each other. Slowly and quietly, like the sunlight falling on the plateau.
"Han, it's that little moment of light when the sky is about to dawn."
