Before leaving Taiwan, Xiaoman wrote on Facebook:
-How can we say goodbye?
-As we said hello.
HELLO TAIWAN
Cycling around the island was the most correct thing Xiaoman did in Taiwan. During the 1,000-kilometer journey, she encountered the scorching southern sun, the sound of the waves in the Pacific Ocean, the rapeseed flowers in the East Rift Valley, the lovely and warm cyclists, and the Taiwanese boy named Allen.
Xiaoman recalled that evening, when time and space were cut off by endless red lights. She and Allen, who were left behind, gave up chasing other riders and gently focused on each other in the ambiguous time of day and night, amid the hustle and bustle of the evening rush hour.
Concept: All good things have their moments, and we have to say goodbye with a smile