"Some people say that there are three types of people who go to Tibet: those who are confused, those who are lovelorn, and those who are crazy. Which one are you?"
When she asked this question, she knew that she was in trouble. In this tug-of-war of love, the man won.
He put out the cigarette in his hand and walked over, his smile filled with the bottomless water of the river, "I don't belong to any category, I'm just a net collector."