1. The day an avalanche struck in Motuo, Gao Yuan thought she had reached the end of her life. She couldn't accept it. Her last thought before losing consciousness was: I still haven't found him.
She had come from afar, all the way to Tibet, for the sole purpose of searching for someone who had appeared in her dreams countless times.
She didn't know his name,
didn't know what he looked like,
didn't know where he was.
But she believed
that if he were anywhere within a hundred miles of her,
she would recognize him at a glance.
2. It was an afternoon without sunshine.
In front of Gaxue Temple, Gao Yuan slouched over the railing, eating citron dipped in honey.
The person beside her held a prayer wheel, looked up at the misty sky, and asked softly, "Do you know why the top of a prayer wheel mustn't point downward?"
She thought for a moment. "To show reverence for the gods and Buddhas?"
The person shook their head. "Because up is this life, and down is the past life."
Gao Yuan's hand slowed. She turned to look at him.
He seemed not to notice and remained in the same position.
The top of the wheel swayed, making a rhythmic buzzing sound, like the endless recitation of sutras.
After a long while, he said, slowly and clearly, "So you must live this life, not your past one."
Theme: Even if I travel across countless mountains and rivers, I will find you in the end.
