The year Hong Kong returned to China, Liang Xinzi attended the celebration as a representative of Hong Kong's singers. From then on, she became famous across Hong Kong, Taiwan, and the mainland.
No matter how busy her schedule was, she kept flying back and forth between Hong Kong and Beijing.
Her manager scoffed. "Your body may be here, but your heart flew to Beijing long ago."
Liang Xinzi didn't deny it.
She remembered the night they last met. He called and told her to look out the window.
She leaned over the window at the Beijing Hotel. Chang'an Avenue was pitch-black, and she couldn't see a thing.
"What am I looking at?"
He didn't answer.
The next moment, the streetlights along the entire road lit up one by one, from east to west.
She pressed against the glass in delight. Her breath fogged it, and she searched the traffic filling the city for a car with a white Beijing A license plate.
"Don't hang up yet. Let me see if I can find you," she said urgently.
A soft laugh came from the other end. "Okay."
"I'll always be somewhere you can find me," he said.
The winter of the second year after their breakup, Liang Xinzi arrived in Beijing with her fiance to attend the New Year reception.
Before the dinner began, Beijing was unexpectedly covered in its first snow of the season.
Near the end of the evening, several people in uniform jackets came out through a side door, surrounding someone. Amid the shifting figures, she saw his face.
Zhou Xingjian stood in the middle of the crowd, snow dusting the collar of his coat. Someone beside him was speaking, and he listened with his head slightly turned.
But his eyes had already passed over the crowd and settled on her.
The banquet ended, and the snow fell harder. Liang Xinzi stood beneath the covered walkway, wrapped in a shawl.
Footsteps sounded behind her.
"You've lost weight."
Her lashes trembled, but she didn't reply.
"Does he treat you well?" Zhou Xingjian asked quietly.
Liang Xinzi lowered her head, rubbing the diamond ring on her finger, and nodded.
He must have been standing there for a while. Snow covered his shoulders.
He walked over and reached out, gently brushing the tears from her face with the back of his fingers.
"Why are you crying?" His voice was cool. "He doesn't even take you home. You're going to marry a man like that?"
Liang Xinzi sniffed. Her voice muffled, she said, "It's not like you can marry me. Who I marry is none of your business."
Snow fell on his shoulders and into her hair.
"Who says I can't marry you?"
Theme: Cherish the person in front of you
