On the day his ex-girlfriend got married, Zhou Wu drank too much and hid in the stairwell to smoke a cigarette alone. In the dim light, someone approached—it was Wen Ci, a high school classmate with whom he had almost no interaction for three years.
The smell of alcohol on her was just as strong as his. She gently asked him, “Do you like Duan Wei? How coincidental, I like her groom.”
After saying that, Wen Ci stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Wen Ci had been well-behaved and sensible since childhood, always following the rules. The rare instances of transgression she reserved for Zhou Wu.
