"I knew that, here you go." Hua Zhao moved over from the door and opened it for her, allowing her to pass through.
Chan Lee began her descent down the staircase, the young man following behind her. It made sense that he would also leave right after her—but he didn't need to be so close. She could feel him just behind her, his steps matching her own. She hurried down the steps, clasping the railing tightly to maintain her footing.
Hua Zhao thankfully said nothing about her speeding up.
Instead he simply let her be.
She was thankful for that, and didn't dare wipe her eyes or her nose. She didn't want to give him another sight… why did she even cry over his stupid words. But at least she finished her task for today. What time was it? Could she still meet up with Mei and the others?
