Ke Lansheng had always thought of himself as someone who flew kites. He never cared where they went, how they flew, or whether the string had snapped. All he did was hold tight to one end of the string. At least that let him walk around like a normal person.
[Ke Lansheng sat in the car. It was the sixth time he had passed through this desert, and the sixth time he had silently thought, I might as well die in an explosion.]
He had no idea that the kite behind him was desperately trying to mend its nearly snapped string, chasing after him and giving it everything it had.
Theme: Gao Pei was what it had brought back, only to take away with its own hands.
