The night breeze was cool and gentle.
Wen Fucheng took off his suit jacket and placed it over Ying Jing's shoulders.
"Put it on, don't catch a cold."
Leaves that hadn't been swept away rustled underfoot, making a soft sound occasionally.
Warmth emanated from his palm.
She playfully hopped forward several steps, but he gently tugged her back with one hand.
Ying Jing turned to look at him.
Neither spoke, standing silently in the cold wind...
Wen Fucheng was the first to break the silence.
"You don't have to wait for my answer; I already gave it the moment you made your decision."
Wen Fucheng would always stand by Ying Jing's side.
She could just move forward, towards the direction she wanted. He might follow a bit slower, or he might walk alongside her.
In any case, they were on the same path.
"Do you know that if you had said no, I would really give it up?"
Though acting was certainly important to her, nothing in life could ever be more important than Wen Fucheng.
