In the middle of dead night, Zhou Jiajia, donned in a more relaxed ensemble, anxiously sought out Zhang Wei.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as she waited, the cool air biting into her resolve. When Zhang Wei failed to materialize, determination etched across her features, she took matters into her own hands.
Sun Qiang, perplexed, furrowed his brow. "Zhang Wei? The guy from the concert?"
Zhou Jiajia affirmed with a nod. "Yes, the very same."
"Why not return to the hotel and escape this cold first?" Sun Qiang suggested.
"I won't," Zhou Jiajia declared with unwavering resolve.
A brief pause lingered as Sun Qiang probed further, "He's just a friend, isn't he?"
A subtle blush graced Zhou Jiajia's cheeks as she replied, her voice measured, "It's complicated."
Sun Qiang, "...."
Zhou Jiajia, ever elusive about their relationship, sensed shadows looming on the horizon, thus never cared to confirm her relationship with Zhang Wei.
