Shen Zhao rubbed her hands together, then pulled off the band tying back her hair. Her long hair, freed from the band, fell loose and fluttered in the wind.
She raised a hand and ruffled Shen Chen's hair, then gathered a lock that partly covered Shen Chen's eyes and tied it up with the hair band in a little bow. "Still thinking about Song Chishou?"
Shen Chen tugged at the band. "Immature."
The streetlights came on. Shen Zhao looked up. "Brother, the wind's picking up."
Theme: Even when two people choose each other, it doesn't necessarily mean they'll end up together
