Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A figure, ragged and resembling a beggar, struggled to move with difficult steps.
He exuded an aura of decay and lifelessness, as if a corpse about to rot, devoid of any vitality. The passing herdsmen shielded their faces and hurried away, avoiding him.
Some kind-hearted herdsmen attempted to approach and ask if he needed help.
However, upon meeting those murky eyes, they felt startled and uneasy.
By the time they came to their senses, the figure had already moved away.
He kept walking, crossing icy rivers, climbing snow-capped mountains, from day to night, from night to day.
Until one day, his figure paused momentarily, a trace of shock and joy flickered across his numb and lifeless face, then he quickened his pace and continued forward.
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Himalayas.
"You shouldn't be here!" Chen Shouyi sat on the grass, teasing two little creatures on his shoulder with his fingers, not even looking at the figure.
