She took the same route home and when she reached the fork in the mountain road, she noticed that there were many motorcycles parked there again.
Is there another race today?
Jian Yufei was just about to stop her tricycle when Huang Mao saw her, approached her with a smile, and said, "You can pass, there's no race today."
"Oh, thank you." Jian Yufei rode forward, aware of the gazes of the men standing by the roadside. When she glanced back at them, they quickly averted their eyes.
One gaze in particular was very intense, focused on her persistently.
Jian Yufei felt uncomfortable and looked back, but couldn't find the source of the gaze.
Maybe she was just being paranoid. She didn't think too much about it and soon was on her way to sell her flowers to the florist.
By the time she returned, all the motorcycles that were at the intersection were gone, and she had no idea where the group of people had gone.
