The night when the mulberry burning ceremony in Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain was vacant once every ten years, there was a vacancy for the officiant.
Shen Qingyan was curled up in the crack of the sofa, numbly scraping the last bit of vanilla cream from the bottom of the ice cream box.
The windowpane was buzzing and trembling from the heavy rain, and the water marks snaked and crawled like her makeup.
At this moment, Shen Jiashu was standing in the back alley of the restaurant holding his mobile phone.
Lemonade was fighting fiercely with Yunden Gyatso's words "I'm coming to Wuhan" in his stomach.
"Take care of her? You fucking took care of her as my brother-in-law?!"
Yunden Gyatso's palms have cocoons rubbed out by prayer wheels.
When he kissed her wrist, her pulse trembled like newly melted snow.
"Qing Yan, every time the prayer flags are moved, the scriptures are praying for you a thousand times."
"Now they float from the head of the Yangtze River to the end of the Yangtze River."
Concept: When the water of the Yangtze River meets the tears of the glacier, two oxygen-starved souls find oxygen bottles to support their faith in each other's scars.