At the most upscale French restaurant in Shanghai, my blind date planned the age for me to get married and have a second child.
I directly bought a ticket to Tibet.
As a result, he almost died in the blizzard in Namtso.
Until a Tibetan man named Gesang smashed the car door.
He dragged me back to the earthen house with only a fire.
The rough warmth in the palm of the man who couldn't even speak Chinese.
But it became the only light on the snowfield that I didn't see through.
Intention: love