A while later, I entered this holy section of the Wall. To my surprise, the ladder had no rungs. It was no less wild. The same small trees grew on the left, and the right was paved with fl at rocks, which refl ected light. Only both of the well-preserved stone walls cut the wildness. No sooner had I climbed up a few steps, than three young westerners with short sleeves, dark glasses and blond hair popped out from the top and climbed down. I waved at them, shouting“Hey!”. They shouted “Hello!” back, cheering. We met halfway. A young couple with diamond rings on their ring fi ngers passed by after a brief greeting. But a handsome boy in a white shirt lingered with a broad smile, asking, “Can I take a picture with you? I’m amazed to see a girl traveling alone here. You are very brave.” I was pleased, approving, “Thank you, my pleasure! By the way, is it the top of the wild Wall up there?” He swiftly took an iPhone from his light backpack and tapped his thin long fi ngers on the screen while saying,“Yes, I think so. You’ll see.” He then took more than one photo of us with the background of the topless tower. I then grabbed the chance to have our picture taken on my phone. He was pleased too. With curiosity, I quickly asked, “Is there anyone on the top?” He winked a broader smile of great confi dence, answering smartly, “Oh, yes. Quite a few people.” I was even more pleased. He was gently sweet. I felt a sudden impulsion to give him a kiss goodbye. But I held back with reason. When we said farewells, he greatly surprised me by turning back to add a few more words. There was concern in his delightful voice. “Oh, I kindly advised you to climb up along the right wall and climb down from the left. If you go up through the trees, the sharp branches or the thorns may cut your face or even your eyes. If you come down from the slippery side, it is too dangerous. Be careful!”