"She brought me quite a few gifts, never dolls or dresses, but instead a peculiarly shaped stone, a bottle of exotic sand, or a rusted ancient coin... She would pin me down on the stone bench in the courtyard and force me to listen to her stories."
Li Younan, surprisingly, found himself admiring the aunt Zhu Qingyue spoke of, realizing that Zhu Qingyue seemed somewhat too reserved in comparison.
Zhu Qingyue spoke with great enthusiasm, his tone growing more and more proud.
"Later on, she became obsessed with mountaineering."
At this moment, Zhu Qingyue's tone changed, becoming somewhat somber.
"She climbed higher and higher, from the Four Sisters Mountain to Muztag Ata, and the family's concerns grew heavier. Trying to persuade her was futile."
"Last autumn, she packed her hiking bag, saying she was going to Gongga Mountain."
"Gongga, King of the Sichuan Mountains."
"I only found out how treacherous that mountain was after Googling it."
