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The story begins with his trip to Tibet many years ago. On that day, the Potala Palace was crowded with people. He knelt quietly on the futon, with a string of plump brown Buddhist beads on his wrist. He clasped his hands together and made a deep bow. She passed through the wisps of Buddha smoke but only saw him, like seeing flowers in the mist. So there is no more Buddha in my heart.
When they met again, he was introduced by a friend to teach her. It was a bright day and she looked flushed. She mustered up the courage to ask him if she wanted to be together.
His thin lips pursed slightly, and dark waves surged in his eyes, showing unclear emotions. After a moment, he nodded lightly.
He said yes.
The next year, she married him.
In the third year, she bore him a daughter. It was also this year that she knew that he was praying devoutly for the woman he loved most in the Potala Palace that day.
And she, her eyes look like her. Very similar. Very similar. That's all.
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The male protagonist is a bit scumbag, but he will get better later, chasing his wife in the crematorium
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Intention: the fate of the Potala Palace.