Ke Lansheng always thought that he was just a kite flyer. He never cared about where the kite went, how it flew, or whether the string was broken. He just held on to one end of the string tightly, which at least allowed him to walk like a normal person;
[Ke Lansheng was sitting in the car. It was the sixth time he passed through this desert, and it was also the sixth time he silently thought, just die in an explosion]
Little did he know that the kite behind him was desperately trying to repair the thread that was about to break, and it was following him while trying its best.
Intention: Gao Pei returned it and then took it away with his own hands.