Three hundred kilometers west of the Qilian Mountains, the vast snowy wilderness swallowed up all the sounds between heaven and earth, except for the roar of aircraft engines that hovered stubbornly. Lin Wei stood in the hinterland of the wilderness. The biting cold wind almost drained her of her last strength. Her frozen gaze penetrated the wind and sand. In a daze, the familiar figure waved to her again.
After countless days and nights of waiting, the cold words on the phone screen seemed to have a pulse, and the silent pictures seemed to be burning hot.
The strong wind carried the ice and rough sand and stones, scraping across my face like a knife, causing pain. She narrowed her eyes with difficulty. At the end of her sight, the figure in a dark green flight suit was moving in the wind and sand, getting closer and closer, but suddenly stopped a few steps away.
"Chen Zheng——" The call was torn apart by the strong wind and was almost inaudible. The words that had been rolling in her chest for thousands of times finally broke free at this moment and blurted out. They became the questions that she chewed over and over again during the countless long nights of tossing and turning in the future:
"Will we... See you again?"
Concept: This is a story about waiting