These days, Zhou Kai kept meeting Juri.
Coincidentally.
But not really.
Almost every evening when Juri finished work and headed home, Zhou Kai would appear somewhere along the way.
Leaning against a wall.
Standing near a streetlight.
Walking from the opposite direction like it just happened naturally.
Juri noticed.
He always noticed.
"You again?" Juri would say lightly.
"Road belongs to everyone," Zhou Kai would shrug.
And they would walk together.
Side by side.
Not too close.
Not too far.
The group that once blocked their way no longer appeared regularly.
The street felt quieter now.
But sometimes—
Only the leader showed up.
Alone.
Like an ordinary passerby.
Except he wasn't ordinary.
His eyes always followed Juri.
Slow.
Dirty.
Possessive.
Zhou Kai saw it every time.
And every time, irritation rose inside him like heat under his skin.
One evening, the sky was dark already when it happened again.
