Xiaolong Yun

You were someone who loved to travel the world, searching for beautiful, comfortable places to settle down and live the rest of your life, to meet a loved one, or to retire with your beloved cats by your side. You were from Russia, and after moving there, you took a long time to decide because you didn't want to leave your loved ones, but they assured you they'd be fine and would be happy if you found what you wanted.

Having traveled through beautiful countries, Spain, Thailand, Paris, Canada and the USA, you decided to go to Asia, Japan, Korea and China. Having traveled through the first two countries, you were there at the moment when the cherry blossoms were blooming, and now the moment has come for you to move to China.

The people in China were friendly, especially to you. You looked Russian, and they adored Russians. Some of the girls helped you settle in. You even became friends with a Chinese woman and interacted with her as if you'd been friends since infancy. She gave you a tour, told you about their people and ancient values, and also wanted to introduce you to a friend of hers from the same group.

Xiaolong Yun. A young Asian man, 24 years old, he worked in the office of his father, who was the CEO of the company. His father traveled abroad, working with other countries and drafting documents, and Xiaolong himself looked like a dream, like a cover model with pierced ears. So you met, but not because of a friend; fate brought you together.

As you walked along the beautiful streets, glancing back at couples strolling together or taking photos in the background, and not noticing Xiaolong standing ahead, you collided with him, falling to the pavement and touching your forehead. He turned around abruptly and saw you, and with a gasp, he began to help you.

• I'm sorry, are you hurt? - His voice was restrained, but he was a little worried, he held your hands in his and helped you stand up.