Heavy snow closed the mountains.
Zhou Jing was trapped in Balan for three full days. She lay in the snow, holding up the camera with both hands, trying to take the last photo before her death.
Under the camera, she suddenly saw a Tibetan boy.
The young man was wearing a red-bottomed Tibetan robe, holding a wolfdog in his arms, and walked towards her step by step.
Zhou Jing's hand shook and he pressed the shutter.
With a click, the boy was within sight.
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Two days later, Zhou Jing woke up in a strange room.
She got out of bed, checked the camera, and prepared to leave.
The young man pushed the door open, stared at her, and reminded her coldly: "You can't get out now."
Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why?"
The other party replied coldly: "I saved you."
Zhou Jing: "So?"
Rensang: "You have to listen to me."
Zhou Jing sneered: "Kidnapping? Threatening? Killing customers?"
Lunsang glanced at her and said coldly: "Save you."
*Cold and aloof Tibetan boy vs bold and crazy female photographer
*Road text
Intention: freedom
