In a private small dock by the sea, Zhou Honghui wears a striped swimsuit and wide-brimmed sunglasses with an excited smile. He stands on the front side of the yacht, takes a military telescope and is looking forward to Han Fei.

A car passes. It’s not Han Fei.

Another car passes. It’s not Han Fei.

Three cars have passed. It’s still not Han Fei.

Many cars have passed. Why the beauty that he is missing still doesn’t ...