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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　By night, the plaza was still bustling with middle-aged women practicing their daily slow-paced exercise dances. They chatted with each other as the last song concluded and began their walk home shortly after.

　　One of them, who had short hair, stayed behind and turned her attention toward a dark corner of the plaza. Her warm smile and smooth skin made her look younger than her age, although she did suffer from being slightly overweight.

　　In the corner sat a man who was smoking while gazing at the night sky. He held a plastic bottle in which he disposed of all of his cigarette b.u.t.ts. Judging by how many there were, he had been waiting for quite a while already.

　　"Have you been waiting long?" The woman slowly walked to the bench in front of the man and sat down.

　　"Does it matter? I'm always waiting." The man smiled as he put his last cigarette b.u.t.t into his bottle and shoved the bottle into a knit bag.

　　"Are you ready?" The woman took out a fresh peach out of her shopping bag and put it on the stone table next to her.

　　"Everything is set." The sight of the peach enticed the man to pick one up and take a bite out of it.

　　"I was going to keep one for my grandson." The middle-aged woman said with a smile.

　　"Now that it's happening, I'm suddenly not so sure anymore." The man finished his peach and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

　　"I've waited forty years already, I can wait for forty more. Don't take my last peach, I need to give one to my grandson or else he'll be upset." The woman put her shopping back behind her.

　　"It doesn't cost much, does it?" The man puckered his lips and took out a cigarette out of habit, but put it back in right after.

　　"Enough small talk. Let's get to business. You didn't come here to look at me dance and take one of my peaches, did you?"

　　"I met a young man."

　　"The one you mentioned last time?" The woman asked.

　　"Yes."

　　"What about him?"

　　"He went to Donghai." The man turned his head toward the east.

　　"Donghai? That doesn't sound right... Shouldn't he be…"

　　"He didn't go. He went to Donghai." The man smiled.

　　"He knows?" The woman seemed confused.

　　"I'm not sure," The man said, "I can't see through his thoughts."

　　"But there's only one thing that could interest him in Donghai…"

　　"I have a feeling that this young man might be him." The man looked up with a serious countenance.

　　"It can't be..." The woman jumped up from her seat in terror.

　　"We've lost our setup in Tianshan…"

　　"Lost it?" The woman's expression turned from showing fear to surprise, with a hint of excitement.