Just as Huo Junfeng was awakening from his self-destructive stupor and deciding to seek redemption,
He Yanzi—who had gone abroad—was experiencing a harrowing robbery.

Before arriving in this country, she had already known that public security was poor and had prepared herself mentally.
But when someone reached into her bag and was caught, the person didn’t panic or flee. Instead, the theft immediately escalated into an outright robbery.

He Yanzi had grown up in an elite family in Hong Kong and had learned some basic self-defense.
She managed to knock the thief down—but after he fled, several more people of similar age quickly appeared.

Curly hair, tattered clothes, filthy faces.
The way they looked at her was like they were staring at a bulging wallet.

Seeing more accomplices rushing over from the distance, He Yanzi suddenly turned and ran.

“Stop!”
“Don’t let her get away!”
“Block that Eastern girl—she stole our wallet!”

She didn’t dare look back. She ran as fast as she could, her breathing growing heavier and heavier.
It felt as if her lungs were about to burst.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side.
“Come with me.”

She was pulled into a dimly lit bar, weaving through the crowd several times.
At last, they managed to shake off the group that had turned from thieves into robbers.

He Yanzi sat down on a high stool at random, trying to steady her violently pounding heart.

A brightly colored drink was placed in front of her.

Without hesitation, she shook her head. “I don’t drink alcohol.”

The man smiled. “It’s not alcohol. You look like a minor—no one here would dare give you alcohol. It’s juice. I mixed it myself. Try it? Kids really like this blended fruit candy flavor.”

Kids?

She lifted the glass and took a small sip. It was indeed sweet and sour, just like mixed fruit candy—an oddly harmonious blend, not strange at all.

As she slowly drank the juice, she finally had time to look at the person who had saved her.

He had short black curls, black hair and dark eyes, and looked Chinese—yet his eye sockets were especially deep, and his nose bridge was sharp and defined.

“A mixed-race?” she asked.

He paused, then switched to Chinese as well. “You’re Chinese?”

Her eyes curved into crescent moons. “Looks like you are too.”

She extended her hand and introduced herself. “My English name is Cinderella. My Chinese name is A-Zi. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of his lips.
“My name is Song Chengyu. My friends call me Xiaoyu. You can call me that too.”

Their meeting had been unusual, but their conversation turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant.

He Yanzi liked playing simple mobile games—just to kill time—and the ones she liked most were all on Song Chengyu’s phone as well.
Not only that—he was extremely good at them.

She played casually.
He truly mastered them.

After he casually showed off a few moves, he earned her look of pure admiration.

“Xiaoyu, you’re amazing!”

Song Chengyu smiled at her, tapped his phone a few times, and opened a game she had never seen before.
“This one’s also your type—more interesting than the last one. You haven’t played it, right? Come, try it. I’ll teach you if you don’t understand.”

She nodded enthusiastically and naturally took his phone to start playing.

She became absorbed in the new game until someone interrupted them.

“Pretty brother and sister, would you like to try our new product?”

She looked up to see Song Chengyu taking out some cash and buying two of the most expensive boxes from a little girl’s basket.

The girl’s face lit up with delight.
“Thank you, brother! Thank you! I wish you and big sister sweet love and no fights ever!”

Laughing, she ran off to pitch to the next customer.

He Yanzi frowned slightly and looked hesitantly at the items in Song Chengyu’s hand.
“You smoke this? Even though it’s legal here, it’s addictive, and—”

He shook his head and casually tossed the two boxes onto the table.
“I don’t smoke. I’d never touch this stuff.”

She was confused. “Then why buy it?”

He gestured for her to look toward the corner.

The little girl was reporting to a thin, gloomy-looking man. He patted her head in praise, and her face bloomed into a wide smile.
In his palm was a piece of candy. The girl took it, smiling as she carried her basket away.

Song Chengyu’s gentle voice followed.
“If I don’t buy it, the girl won’t get candy—she’ll get beaten or scolded. She’ll cry.”

He Yanzi turned to look at him, stunned by the softness in his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I just… didn’t think of that.”

In the end, he destroyed both boxes.

They said goodbye and went their separate ways.

He Yanzi thought it was just an accidental yet beautiful encounter during her travels.

She didn’t expect to meet him again the next day—while feeding pigeons in the plaza.

He was patiently comforting a crying little boy.

Several children stood nearby, surrounding him.

After he calmed the boy down, the children lined up neatly and obediently received candy from him.
Once everyone had one, they ran off happily, chasing each other across the plaza.

He Yanzi watched as he produced small bags of feed as if by magic and began feeding the pigeons too.

The pigeons here were used to being fed and weren’t afraid of people.
Still, for a stranger like her, she had to hold the food in her palm and stretch out her hand patiently for a long time before they slowly lowered their guard.

Only with Song Chengyu—it was different.

The moment he extended his hand, the pigeons trotted over, as if they were starving.

Most incredibly, after he crouched there for just a short while, every pigeon in the plaza flew over and surrounded him.

Some even landed on his head and shoulders.

Everywhere else—including beside He Yanzi—not a single pigeon remained.

The children noticed and ran over, chattering excitedly as they asked him questions.
He answered each one patiently.

From a distance, their voices were too loud for her to hear clearly, so she could only watch the astonishing scene.

When all the feed was gone, he stood up, took the pigeon from his head with his own hands, and gently tossed it back into the air.

The children gradually dispersed.

Unable to hold back, He Yanzi stepped forward.
“Why do the pigeons seem to like you so much? Did you raise them?”

He turned around, equally surprised to see her.
“It’s you.”

After saying that, he smiled.
“A-Zi, we meet again.”

She smiled back. “What a coincidence.”

“I’m here traveling. You live here, right?”

He shook his head.
“Wrong guess—I’m traveling too.”

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