After Xu Liangyi completed her doctoral studies, she stayed at Peking University as a master's tutor. In June, she received an application from a student who wanted to choose her as a tutor.
Looking at the four-letter name on the email that was different from the name of the Han people, Xu Liangyi was stunned for a while, and her thoughts were suddenly pulled back to three years ago.
It was a snowy day, and she was driving to western Sichuan, preparing to spend the next month completing a study on Jiarong Tibetan customs.
Later, the direction of development was completely beyond her expectation.
Xu Liangyi never thought that the man standing in the wind and snow, clad in golden light, would one day pull her into his large and warm Tibetan robe at a banquet where people were drinking and drinking.
There is not even an inch of hair under the Tibetan robe.
Winter comes overnight.
At five o'clock in the morning, the genius was slightly bright. She opened the tent and saw what she would never forget.
The man was wearing a red Tibetan robe and holding a prayer wheel, with the wind and snow behind him like a knife. As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains.
Intention: Bravely pursue love