In the eighth year after losing Yu Xigu, day 2920, a total of 70080 hours. Xiang Haoting finally fulfilled their wish and climbed to the Himalayas.
In the harsh weather of high altitude and lack of oxygen, Xiang Haoting followed the team and crawled hard with an oxygen tube on his back. The night on the summit was surprisingly quiet. Xiang Haoting rubbed his stiff fingers and took out a cheap watch from his breast pocket. He took off the oxygen mask with one hand and kissed it gently.
"Yu Xigu, I'm standing closest to the stars. You see, our wish has come true..." He smiled, and the tears in the corners of his eyes froze on his face.
The teammates around me were busy taking photos, making wishes, and were full of joy. If making a wish is useful...
Eighteen-year-old Yu Xigu will always have eighteen-year-old Xiang Haoting by his side. Twenty-six-year-old Xiang Haoting stands alone on the mountain said to be closest to the stars, coveting Yu hope.
When pushed forward by time, every memory is the only day each other has passed.
God willing, please give me what if...
Intention: Turn around and pick up light just to meet you