He saw my wickedness but didn't know that I had jumped into the sea
Introduction
The wind and sand in the northwest carry the tired soul of the traveler.
I stared at the lonely camel thorn on the Gobi Desert, and heard a gentle voice behind me: "Does it look like it's waiting for a hundred-year rain?"
He was the only lone traveler in the group, and his camera contained the embarrassing photos he took while shielding me from a sandstorm.
That night when he stayed in Dunhuang, he looked over the campfire and said, "There is something more broken in your eyes than the Mogao Grottoes."
The return ticket was booked for the same day, and he carefully folded the boarding pass with mine: "Let's have dinner together tomorrow?" I silently showed my phone screen saver - the photo with my boyfriend still had a weak signal at the edge of the desert.
He took a half step back and smiled: "That's it."
He would never know later that that photo was the last compromise before breaking up.
And I will never know that the night he tore up his ticket, he spent the whole night folding paper camels at the airport using the method I taught him.
Concept: Extreme pull and ambiguity