As Lin Shu quickened her pace, the shadow behind her followed in suit. And when she slowed down slightly, the shadow matched her speed.
She purposely headed towards areas where there were more people, walking even faster.
After taking a turn, she stopped, waiting for the shadow behind her to approach.
Lin Shu's hand had already reached into her bag for a can of pepper spray. She was ready to aim it at the face of the shadow if necessary.
But when the person approached, Lin Shu found herself unable to spray. The approaching man was the same homeless man she saw earlier.
Upon seeing Lin Shu, the homeless man threw her a surprised smile. Then, he started reaching for something and handed her a fifty yuan note.
"Here, take this back. I think you need this money more than I do right now," he said.
Even though his English was fraught with incoherent words and slurs, Lin Shu understood him.
