"And the water?"
Ye Che pointed to the rooftop not far away, "Climb up there and you'll see it—"
As a result, after Xia Weiyi huffed and puffed her way up, she almost wanted to throw herself into the 'water' to end her misery—
His so-called 'scenic mountains and waters'—was it a mine? A wastewater treatment plant?
Xia Weiyi jumped down from the rooftop, glaring at Ye Che with a fuming expression. Ye Che, as if suddenly thinking of something, pushed a middle-aged man standing beside him forward.
"Right, there's also a minority ethnic group—"
"Yiyi, this is Tashi Dorjee, a bona fide Tibetan who just moved here a few years ago."
The middle-aged man, with a small braid and holding a khata, draped it around Xia Weiyi's neck. He bent slightly, smiling and greeting her with Tibetan manners, "Tashi Delek—"
Xia Weiyi was almost brought to tears—
