The Smile Remains

Fei Qian could be really clumsy sometimes, especially in her bulky ski suit, which made it hard for her to move. She could never get her skis on properly, either. She always had to wait for Zhong Wei to come over and stomp them into place before she could set off. At first she was timid and would only ski straight downhill, too afraid to turn. She didn’t know how to brake, either. With skiing, you only get faster and faster, so in the end the only way she could stop was by crashing into something, and that something was usually Zhou Zhongwei’s pectoral muscles. Whenever she skied out of the crowded area, he would catch her around the waist, and the two of them would roll around in the snow. After Jiang Feiqian had received stern instructions for the Nth time and still had to rely on someone else to stop her, Wang Dong, who had been watching from the sidelines, teased, “Zhongwei, back when you snowboarded, didn’t you swear you’d marry a skiing expert so you wouldn’t be left undefeated and alone? How come the wife you married is so clumsy?” Zhongwei promptly pelted him with a huge snowball. “Your wife’s the clumsy one!” Once Wang Dong had sulkily taken the chairlift back up, Zhongwei turned around and flicked Feiqian hard on the forehead. “How can you be so clumsy?” Feiqian rolled her eyes and asked, “Then whose wife am I?” A word from our sponsor, please don’t go away. “If you don’t confess, you won’t get rejected. If you do confess, you’ll get rejected anyway. If you’re going to get rejected, why not confess?” Intention: