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Fu Jing loved making friends, and he readily agreed to Jiang Yuan's suggestion, looking forward to Yun Li. Yun Li thought that while she was here enjoying the scenery and attractions, she had forgotten to take a moment to appreciate the slow pace of life in Lhasa.
Everyone sat on the rooftop of a café, basking in the warm sun and feeling the breeze of Lhasa. Not far away stood the magnificent Potala Palace, and below them, the bustling Barkhor Street unfolded in full view.
Sipping coffee, they each shared their stories. The tales were moving without being overly sentimental, yet they always brought tears to their eyes. Fu Jing spoke with a hearty humor, recounting his fear the first time he saw a corpse and the embarrassing moments from his first call to duty, making everyone burst into laughter.
However, when he mentioned that the first body he examined was that of his girlfriend, silence fell over the group. Sadness crept in quietly, flowing into everyone's eyes. No one spoke or laughed; no one interrupted him. They simply watched him with red-rimmed eyes, listening to his lighthearted tone as he tried to make them smile.
To show support, they offered symbolic smiles that lacked the earlier joy. Jiang Yuan patted Fu Jing on the shoulder, pursed his lips, and let out a breath before beginning to recount the hardships their team had faced over the years. They had endured discrimination and oppression from foreigners; their hard-earned research had been stolen, and they often felt like strangers in someone else's territory.
Several members of their group came from difficult backgrounds and had only completed their studies through frugality and support from entrepreneurs. It was Jiang Shiyu's arrival that brought them renewed hope. After being bullied by foreigners, Jiang Shiyu had taken matters into her own hands and smashed up their adversary's property. If it weren't for her bodyguards and her threats, they might have faced retaliation.
Jiang Yuan also mentioned that their team hadn’t always been as solid as it was now; they had gone through many ups and downs over the years. Reflecting on the past brought a myriad of emotions to their faces.
They turned to Yun Li, curious if she had a story to share. Initially quiet, she hesitated under their gaze for a moment before slowly speaking up. She recounted her first experience with workplace bullying—young and headstrong, she refused to back down but ultimately ended up damaging her health in the process.
She described how she cried all night after passing her assessment for the Principal position. She felt she had persevered through it all; those two years of darkness were finally behind her. She realized how fragile she had been during that time and couldn’t help but laugh as she recounted her journey.
Everyone's story has its bittersweet moments, and at this moment, it felt as if they had reconciled with the past, easing some of the melancholy in their hearts.
After finishing their coffee, dessert, and stories, night fell. The lights of the Potala Palace illuminated, casting a glow that surrounded the signs of the shops. The wind began to pick up.
Jiang Yuan felt that this moment was too precious to let slip away without capturing it, so he asked the shopkeeper to take a photo. He bought a bottle of wine, claiming that he couldn't calm down without a drink at such a time; the ups and downs of the evening excited him. They finished off the bottle together.
Time flies, and one must cherish moments like these—sitting around a table filled with friends from afar, sharing dramatic tales. Yun Li didn’t rush back to the hotel; instead, she walked towards the square in front of the Potala Palace. Even now, she felt a sense of unreality.
The experiences of these past few days had rejuvenated her. The night in Lhasa was cold; she wore only a white lace dress lined with fleece. During the day, when temperatures were higher, it hadn’t felt so chilly, and she hadn’t expected to stay out so late. Fortunately, she had wrapped herself in a thick black-and-white checkered shawl.
As she gazed at the magnificent Potala Palace before her, stars sparkled in her eyes. She closed them, savoring one last feel of Lhasa's evening breeze. In front of the glorious Potala Palace, she displayed her light dance—a look of unprecedented melancholy and reluctance on her face.
Wearing a dress made it difficult for grand movements; she moved gently, like a butterfly gliding by or a bird soaring freely. She twirled with devotion and sincerity before wrapping her arms around herself as her shawl slipped away.
Her slender figure shivered slightly against the cold wind. She stood up, pulling her shawl back over her shoulders when Jiang Shiyu appeared behind her and draped his coat over her.
Jiang Shiyu followed closely behind her, picking up her shawl without moving away from his spot—just quietly watching her express herself in a realm she loved.
It was cold; should they head back? Yun Li turned to look at him and recalled his shameless words from that day. Lowering her gaze, she began to take off his coat, but Jiang Shiyu pressed down on her hand and wrapped it around her again.
"Put it on; don’t catch a cold."
The next day, everyone departed on their respective flights home.
Looking at the buildings of Lhasa below, Yun Li thought that she would come back again in the future.
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