Time flew, and several more days passed in the blink of an eye.
The autumn sun was no longer scorching. The sunlight that scattered down carried a lazy warmth, making one want to squint their eyes in comfort.
Golden leaves rustled as they fell, drifting down from the ginkgo trees lining the road.
Lu Chao, wearing a black jacket, sat inside an inconspicuous black sedan on the side of the street. His gaze pierced through the windshield, fixed on a distant shop named Kangtai Pharmacy.
Pedestrians still came and went. Office workers entered the restaurant next door, gathering in twos and threes. They huddled on plastic stools, laughing and talking loudly over cheap beer.
A child, coughing incessantly, was led by a worried-looking adult into the pharmacy for a diagnosis and to pick up medicine.
There was nothing out of the ordinary. The entire street was calm, peaceful, and normal.
He took advantage of the brief lull to swipe through his smart watch.
