Chapter 122

Ning Chen said.

The motorhome started moving.

"You can join the tour group on the Lhasa side to return to the interior."

Wang Yue nodded.

She didn't say anything else.

After the motorhome traveled along the road by Namtso Lake for a while, it gradually moved away.

Wang Yue took one last look at the receding Namtso behind her.

The scenery ahead.

Returned to its previous desolation.

Namtso was originally a saltwater lake.

The surrounding area was basically barren, with not a blade of grass.

After leaving Namtso, the route returned to the proper course; this time, it led to Lhasa.

In the distance, the shadows of the mountains emerged.

The morning sun illuminated everything.

"After passing Lhasa, what are your plans?" Wang Yue looked ahead, not turning her face to look at Ning Chen, but asked aloud.

Ning Chen paused for a moment; perhaps, after all, they had been traveling together for a few days.

He seemed less cold than before.

He finally responded to her, "After passing Lhasa, continue moving forward."

"Further ahead?" Wang Yue was stunned.

As far as she knew, after passing Lhasa, if one went further ahead.

Then wouldn't it be.

Traveling along the Yarlung Tsangpo River?

Is that kind of place really suitable for tourism?

Don't most people take Lhasa as the final destination in Tibet?

But Wang Yue did not press further.

Thus, the two remained silent all the way.

The motorhome moved forward silently along the road for about half an hour.

Wang Yue suddenly spoke again, "May I know your name?"

She was testing him.

If the other party was unwilling to say, then it didn't matter.

It was just that, if before she only wanted to know the name of the person who had helped her.

Then, after last night, the current Wang Yue simply felt that if she still didn't know his name, she might feel a bit regretful.

But this time, Ning Chen was not silent.

"Why?" He looked ahead, driving the car.

Wang Yue was stunned; why?

Did such a thing require an answer to why?

She smiled, "You know my name too, so let's call it even~"

"That was you volunteering it yourself, not me asking."

Hearing this person's words, Wang Yue pouted.

She turned her face to the other side and looked at the scenery outside the window.

After a while, she turned her face back and looked at Ning Chen.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Oh."

"What was the name of that song last night?"

Ning Chen was driving; hearing Wang Yue's words, his face still showed no other expression.

He did not answer this question.

Inside the motorhome, silence fell once again.

But Wang Yue knew she couldn't let this silence continue, or she would have to wait another half day!

"It was very nice; couldn't you just tell me?"

The other party still did not respond.

Seeing him like this, Wang Yue grew a bit anxious; she turned her whole body to face Ning Chen: "You person—"

"Being with you," Ning Chen said, his gaze fixed forward.

Wang Yue was stunned, then finally reacted, "Oh... being with you, yes, really, very nice; the way you sang was also very good."

Saying this, Wang Yue slowly turned back.

It was that damn silence again.

After a while.

Wang Yue had to speak again.

Because she had always had a question.

Before this, she didn't want to ask the person beside her.

But last night, his song had touched her too deeply.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that perhaps he would have some understanding of her problem.

"May I ask you a question?"

"How many questions do you actually have?"

"Eh?" Wang Yue was stunned, only then realizing she had said something similar before.

But Ning Chen said no more.

Wang Yue realized he had tacitly agreed.

So, she finally spoke.

"You must be able to see that I am a college graduate who hasn't been out of school long."

As she spoke, Wang Yue paused, perhaps waiting for Ning Chen to respond.

But no response came.

She began to pour out her words.

"Actually, the reason I came out this time, to cycle alone into Tibet, was to forget a love affair that no longer exists. I know that what I am saying now, when you hear it, you will think is somewhat ridiculous, or clichéd, or that I am inexplicably telling you these things."

"But... I am truly distressed."

"I thought I could do it, but after last night, I know I may never be able to do it again."

"That song of yours really made me... feel pain."

"Last night I kept pretending to be asleep. Actually, I heard you singing outside last night. I am sorry, I did not mean to eavesdrop."

"But now I know that I may find it very difficult to forget."

"Really, it is very difficult."

"I had already decided that after returning this time, I would go on a blind date; let the past be the past, after all, everyone must continue moving forward. But now, I am truly beginning to doubt that I may not be able to do it."

Wang Yue's voice began to grow quieter.

The speed of the motorhome did not change in the slightest.

The person beside her, hearing these words Wang Yue said,

appeared completely unmoved.

For a long while.

There was no response.

But for Wang Yue, it actually did not matter.

She had not held what expectations to hold in the first place; it was just that, at this very moment, facing the person beside her, she simply wanted to pour out her heart.

Perhaps because she felt that a person who could sing such a sorrowful song as last night, even if he did not respond to her, yet, on this Roof of the World at an altitude of five thousand meters, as long as she could speak to him, it would be a relief for her.

What Wang Yue did not expect was.

She heard the voice of the man beside her.