She couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warm glow in her heart, and promised, "Once the shooting is wrapped up, I'll come back to Jingcheng to find you, alright?"
"Alright," he said with a smile, his eyes showing a hint of languid tenderness, as Cheng Weiyue, on this early evening when the heavy snow had just stopped, heard Zhou Jingwei say with a voice full of affection, "Then I'll wait for you."
It was funny how they had not yet parted, yet he was already beginning to miss her.
But such sentimental words were too stirring to say out loud; he just held her tighter, letting out a deep sigh.
The place Zhou Jingwei spoke of wasn't far from the hotel, a traditional Chinese courtyard residence that was quaintly decorated. Yet, from a distance, it was clear that the materials were all fashionable, having only recently been renovated.