In the bustling city center of Beijing one afternoon,
Luo Zheng looked around curiously, seeing tall majestic buildings, densely packed shops, busy streets, and the grey, hazy sky. He felt as though he was in a strange world. The bustling city was exciting, while the haze overhead dampened the spirits. Beside him, Ghost Hand, who kept whistling at passing beauties and donned designer clothes, seemed like a spoiled heir, a stark contrast to the passionate, loyal tough guy he knew in the military. Luo Zheng found it hard to adapt.
Just the day before, the two were still at the base. After Luo Zheng agreed to come, Ghost Hand, worried Luo Zheng might back out, had flown them to Beijing overnight in a transport helicopter. After a night of hard travel, they checked into a hotel, woke up early, bought a big pile of gifts, and visited Ghost Hand's parents for a morning chat.