On the way home.
With only a few stops left to the North Entrance of Heping Street, Dong Xuebin stood by the Wumart Supermarket near West Bridge, waiting to transfer buses. He waited on the left, waited on the right, but didn't feel impatient at all. Thinking of happy things, he couldn't help humming a little tune as he pulled a pack of Hongtashan from his pocket, stuck one in his mouth, and clumsily lit it. This was the pack he'd bought from the little shop outside his workplace after Director Li Qing had offered him a cigarette that time. It had been opened for so long that the tobacco tasted dry as dust, making Dong Xuebin cough seven or eight times until tears nearly came to his eyes.
This tastes awful.
Dong Xuebin tossed the cigarette butt down and crushed it underfoot, then casually threw the Hongtashan pack, with its remaining nineteen cigarettes, into the trash.
The bus still hadn't come. It had already been over twenty minutes.
Just as Dong Xuebin was wondering whether he should take a taxi home instead, his gaze suddenly froze. At the edge of his vision, he caught sight of a familiar figure walking toward him, only six or seven meters away. Her hair was swept into a high bun behind her head, her face stunningly beautiful, her figure slender, her curves perfectly proportioned. It was the elegant woman whose wallet he had helped recover. She wore a black women's business suit and glossy black high heels. The overall impression she gave was indescribably beautiful. Unlike Aunt Xuan's gentle beauty, hers carried an innate air of noble elegance.
Dong Xuebin's eyes immediately couldn't move away from her. He couldn't help sighing. How could someone be this beautiful?
Right, the last time he had