Chapter 123

"Do you know what is the best way to deal with people and things from the past?"

As he spoke, his eyes still gazed into the distance.

Wang Yue looked at him, saying nothing.

"It is to forget," he said, his tone very calm.

"Otherwise, with you acting like this, what do you intend to do? Do you want the whole world to know how devoted you are? To wallow in self-pity? To admire your own reflection in self-pity?" As he spoke, a cold smile suddenly curled his lips.

Wang Yue's expression, from the expectation she had held before,

slowly began to change.

Her face held no expression anymore.

Was this his response?

She had originally thought that someone capable of singing such a song would understand the pain in her heart.

But she never expected to hear such a response.

Moreover, he even

met her sincerity just now with cold mockery!

He actually thought she was showing off her wounds to others??

???

Wang Yue slowly straightened her body; she did not want to speak anymore.

She now!

At this very moment!

And for the entire journey ahead!

Would never again!

want to say even a single word to this cold-blooded fellow beside her!

Say even one word!

Although deep in her heart, perhaps, such emotions truly existed.

But absolutely!

not as wretched as this fellow claimed!

Why, why on earth!

did she naively think she could find an answer from this person?

Find understanding?

Perhaps she just wanted to receive simple comfort, that was all...

But now, truly, she had brought humiliation upon herself.

"This is one kind."

Suddenly, such a voice came to her ear.

Wang Yue suddenly turned her head, looking at that person.

She did not expect him to continue speaking!

"Of course, if you cannot achieve this kind, then you are left with only one path," he said.

Wang Yue stared at this person.

"That is—" he said, still looking forward, yet not a single ripple in his gaze.

"When you can no longer possess it."

"The only thing you can do."

"Is to make yourself not forget."

Wang Yue's eyes widened, looking at the man beside her.

This sentence.

Was like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

Piercing straight through her heart!

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When you can no longer possess it.

The only thing you can do.

Is to make yourself not forget.

From Namtso to Lhasa.

Average altitude five thousand meters.

Distance 222 kilometers.

Driving takes two and a half hours.

Along this journey, Wang Yue's tears, after hearing this fellow beside her finish that sentence, never stopped flowing.

Her heart was in too much pain.

But that fellow beside her kept threatening her all the way.

"Stop crying, will you?"

"If you keep crying, I'll throw you out of the car right now, leaving you with your broken little bicycle..."

"Crying is fine, but please keep it quiet."

"Are you deaf or what?"

"Could you please go cry in the back?"

"..."

But Wang Yue just couldn't stop.

She simply couldn't control the overwhelming tide of emotions surging within her.

It was nearly ten in the morning.

Finally, the faint silhouette of a palace on that mountain came into view from afar.

The Potala Palace on Mount Lhasa.

The Potala Palace of Lhasa.

Wang Yue finally stopped crying.

But her eyes were already swollen and red beyond bearing.

The motorhome drove through the streets of Lhasa.

It pulled up in front of a travel agency named "Snowland Tour."

The motorhome came to a stop.

"That's enough," Ning Chen said.

Wang Yue nodded and unbuckled her seatbelt.

The garage door on the side of the motorhome slowly opened.

This scene caused many people on the street to stop and watch.

Wang Yue got out and went to the garage to retrieve her bicycle, its tire punctured.

But somehow it got stuck, and she couldn't drag it out for a long time.

Then a hand reached over and pulled her bicycle out from inside.

Ning Chen patted her bicycle.

"Goodbye," Wang Yue said, holding onto her bicycle and looking at Ning Chen.

Ning Chen had already turned and walked toward the driver's cabin.

He did not look back, only waved his hand at Wang Yue.

Then he got in.

The side garage door slowly closed.

The sound of the engine.

The motorhome slowly drove forward.

Wang Yue watched the motorhome disappear into the distance.