Synopsis
Xu Nanheng still had over a thousand kilometers to go before Lhasa. The further he drove, the worse his mood got. He pulled over for a cigarette, then realized he had nothing to light it with. He was about two seconds away from taking it out on his tire when someone struck a flint nearby and offered the flame up to his cigarette without a word. In the glow of the evening stars, it was the first face Xu Nanheng had actually wanted to look at in months. "Heading to Lhasa?" Fang Shiyou asked. "My car's dead. Give me a…
