Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 3.1 - The Shadows of Fate (1)

After returning to her room in the inn, Wen Han opened up her notebook and quickly jotted down notes from the trip.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

D1 (9.9): Entered Kathmandu, Nepal via India (arrived 16:06 local time). Stayed in Thamel.

D2 (9.10): Nepal's Teej Festival. Went to Boudhanath and Durbar Square in the morning. Exchanged some currency. Got henna tattoo done at night.

D3 (9.11):<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.

The tip of her pen halted.

What should she do today?<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

This question did not linger around for long before Roman was excitedly informing her and Agnesa that their plans had changed, and today, they would be going whitewater rafting on the Trishuli River. Everyone was now in a rush due to this unexpected arrangement. She did not have much stuff and very soon was packed and organized. When she arrived downstairs, she came upon Wang Wenhao rather displeasedly disputing with the innkeeper over why the rafting trip had suddenly been moved up to take place earlier than planned.

"Dear, you do know that the weather here in Nepal has been terrible of late." The innkeeper wore a smile on her face. She was long accustomed to dealing with all different sorts of bad-tempered guests. "Rainy season is not a good time for whitewater rafting. I contacted several river guides, but none of them were very willing to take you. I had to do a whole lot of persuading before two were finally willing to do it, but they only agreed to a one-day excursion."

Wang Wenhao pulled off his glasses, very crossly wiping the lenses. "I do not appreciate it when people disrupt my plans. This way that you are all doing things is very disrespectful to people."

Very rarely did Wen Han see him like this. Walking with Agnesa over to him, the two girls tried in low voices to soothe him. "This time of year is rainy season in Nepal and is indeed unsuitable for rafting."

Wang Wenhao flicked a glance at Wen Han and did not carry on expressing his dissent. "I'm going out for a walk to change some more money. You guys wait here in the lobby."

After saying this, he left straightaway, the expression on his face inexplicably seeming somewhat strained.

As Wen Han set her backpack down on the couch in the lobby, she saw Cheng Muyun leaning against the green glass cabinet at the front reception, his head tilted to the side, listening to the questions of two female Korean travellers. Right at this moment, he lifted his eyes and glanced at the lobby area, his gaze very indifferently passing over her, seeming as if they had had no interaction whatsoever before.

Wen Han forced herself to shift her eyes away and look out the window.

Out on the street, a few armed soldiers walked by. In every corner of every street of this place, people carrying arms could be seen, and it left people feeling very tense.

This place was Nepal, separated from Russia by the country of China. He had said before, in this lifetime, he would never return to Moscow. And she could not stay here. Even her visa did not allow her to stay.

Wen Han pressed her lips together, realizing that she was actually imagining the possibility of being in a long-term relationship with him.

Wake up, Wen Han. You're going to be going back to Moscow really soon. He's already clearly said that he cannot give you a future with him. Do not have any contact with him anymore.