The two arrived on the hotel balcony.
Ding Lan walked to the railing and gazed down at the bustling city below, her face etched with melancholy.
Frowning, Zhao Dong came to stand beside her. He didn't say a word, just silently lit a cigarette. The smoke vanished into the wind, and Zhao Dong remained silent.
Ding Lan looked into the distance, her long, straight hair fluttering in the wind and revealing her beautiful profile.
Indeed, Ding Lan was beautiful. She had been a renowned beauty back in school, with countless admirers.
Even Zhao Dong himself didn't know how he had ended up with Ding Lan. He only remembered that they didn't talk much at the time, yet they saw everything in each other's eyes. Then one evening, Ding Lan had stopped him.
"Zhao Dong, want to date?" she had asked.
Zhao Dong was taken aback for a moment, but he nodded. And just like that, they were officially in a relationship.
