Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a blond man with flamboyant earrings walked over, stood in front of her chair, and performed a mechanical dance. His movements were skillful and slick, eliciting whistles from many.
Some people even took out their phones to film it.
Finishing the dance crisply, he smoothed his hair and smiled at the teenage girl in the gray dress: "Hello, do you want to play the violin, Miss? We can play together."
Yuan Yuan looked down, glanced at his seemingly friendly smile, and the tiny needle marks on his wrist beneath his cuff, then looked away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone, no time."
"I can wait with you." The man stuck to her like glue, leaning in and warmly telling her, "I can wait as long as it takes."
"It won't take long."
Yuan Yuan softly said, "They are about to arrive."
Behind her, the piercing sound of tires screeching against the ground echoed.
