She arrived home and find that her parents were planning a tour to Maroon Bells, USA.
OMG.!! she just broked up and she had to go on a tour with her parents so her parent doesn't get upset.
Being a woman is too harsh.. you have to fit in every relation.. daughter, sister, friend and an amazing woman.
So, tour begins.. meanwhile Bei Russle had called her number of times and she ignore his calls.
She wasn't going to forgive this bastard, neither she want to spoil her mood while going in the tour with her loving parents.
MAROON BELLS, USA
Located only about 10 miles from Aspen, Colorado, the Maroon Bells are two 14,000-foot peaks in the Elk Mountains that are reflected in crystal-clear Maroon Lake, snuggled in a glacial valley. They are the crown jewels of the Rocky Mountains.
It is difficult to say when the timeless beauty of these two sentinels mirrored in the lake is more striking: In the summer, when every hiking trail takes you through fields of wild flowers, in the fall, when tall aspen trees dazzle with a rainbow of fall colors, or in the winter, when snow and ice silence the world.
This beautiful scenery can help you to forget everything that makes you feel disgain.
In the month of October, neither summer nor winter.
Han family reached and travelled to reach there destination to Maroon Bells.
The journey was tiring so they slept that night.
They woke up early to get the famous sunrise shot of the Maroon Bells from Maroon Lake.
The winds were calm so Han Shing seized the opportunity and ran to the other side of the lake and captured what is now her Summitpost profile photo and probably her best photo she have taken to this date.
It was a little cloudy but it was early enough that some of the suns rays poked through.
At a distance she saw a dark reflection.
That reflection was coming closer and closer.
The reflection was familer; body shape was prefect, tall guy.
When he saw Han Shing, he can't forget this day in his life. Han Shing was looking so adorable.
Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As I looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful...