"But there's nothing to but about, there's nothing to be but-ed about. A man as superb as him is harder to find than a meteor shower that comes once every 500 years. If you miss it, it's gone, and hesitating means defeat. You only get the story if you make the first move."
"..."
Lying on the hotel bed, Wen Qiao didn't know that her man had already caught the eye of another young lady. Listening to Fu Jinghen's answer, she couldn't help but be a bit surprised, "Are you actually in line yourself?"
"What's up?" Fu Jinghen detected her astonishment and chuckled, "Can't I queue up to buy something you want to eat?"
"Well, not really..."
She just felt that Fu Jinghen certainly wouldn't have done something like this before.
Wen Qiao imagined Fu Jinghen, tall and distinguished, standing at the entrance of a small alley breakfast spot, moving forward little by little with the crowd, feeling both amused and touched.
