Exile Tibet

  Tibet.

  The sun here feels closer to the earth, and people can't help but use their hands to shade their foreheads, blocking out the scorching sun.

  Standing on the scorching floor tiles, Qiao Yunxue took a last look at the magnificent Potala Palace.

  Towering buildings, majestic halls. The entire Potala Palace is breathtakingly magnificent, leaving one's heart and soul shaken at first sight.

  And she stayed just for its majestic atmosphere. Looking at these solid and thick granite, her heart would become stronger step by step.

  It's been a whole year since I've been here.

  If she doesn't return, her anxious mother will probably go to Tibet herself and bring her back home.

  Touching my face, I find that it has become much coarser than its former tender state. If Mother were to see it, she would surely be heartbroken.

  Cough, I'm really a bit sorry for this face of mine...

  It was obviously the man's fault, and she was the one who suffered. How could she let her delicate face suffer? A Jiangnan woman, with skin as tender as a flower, couldn't withstand the wind and rain of Tibet...

  So now going back is right.

  She rolled up her sleeves, pulled a small suitcase and walked out of the spacious Potala Palace Square step by step. Qiao Yunxue took bus No. 89 to the railway station.

  She took off her beautiful hat.

  This hat is her most expensive luxury item, it's a pity to throw it away...

  She looked around but couldn't find a suitable Tibetan girl to accept her gift.

  As I got off the bus, I met a suitable girl. She smiled and put on her hat for a 15 or 16-year-old girl: "I'll send you."

  The young girl smiled and said: "Thank you, sister."

  "No, it should be thank you, Auntie." Qiao Yunxue corrected seriously.

  "Ah!" The girl was stunned.

  Qiao Yunxue burst out laughing. Facing a 15 or 16-year-old girl, the 28-year-old her calling herself "Auntie" was also acceptable. But at this moment, she didn't have that awareness and simply wanted to tease the young girl.

  It seemed like a gaze was shot from behind her head. She turned around with a big smile.

  A very tall man came out of the taxi. Qiao Yunxue looked up - such a tall man, she almost fell over before she saw his face.

  Long eyebrows, long eyes. Wide forehead, wide chin.

  She doesn't mind this hairstyle.

  Very handsome and reliable in appearance. He was staring at her, seemingly interested in her gesture of handing him a hat.

  Mainlander?

  She suddenly felt a bit closer, and she politely nodded with him, turned around and walked towards the ticket office.

  Luckily, there was one last ticket left. After paying for it, she clutched the train ticket tightly to her chest - as if heaven itself was supporting her decision to head home now.

  Just as she was about to leave, the pregnant woman behind her in line began to cry: "Ticket seller, help me! My husband and I agreed to meet in Zhengzhou at a certain time. If I don't make it, I'll miss my husband..."

  Qiao Yunxue's hand had already stretched out before she realized what she was doing: "The ticket is yours."

  The pregnant woman left with a smile. Qiao Yunxue, however, looked up at the sky in dismay - it seemed that heaven still wanted her to stay here for another year.

  As I was about to leave, a clear and charming male voice came from beside me: "Miss, for you."

  Her slender arm glowed with a white halo, elegantly suspended in front of her about a foot away. Her long fingers made one unable to help but take another look.

  Between his fingers was a neatly folded train ticket.

  He was gazing at her intently, as if studying - how a delicate Jiangnan woman could be alone in the Tibet train station?

  It was the man who just got out of the taxi!

  Without saying another word, Qiao Yunxue took the ticket and smiled faintly, then playfully bowed ninety degrees: "Thank you!"

  He was pulling a suitcase, probably an employee of some company on a business trip to Tibet.