Ji Xiangdong noticed a group of young men and women standing not far under the bridge, in a relatively vacant space. Their faces were the exact mirror of his, causing his heart to skip a beat subtly.
His gaze lingered for a few seconds before he retracted it. Amidst the tumult in his heart, his face remained unchanged. He slowly exited the crowd and climbed down from the bridge.
Lu Zhanguo was listening to three women arguing about where to go based on their preferences.
Gu Xiaobei wanted to see the sugar-blowing show.
Fang Jing was interested in the acrobatic show.
Bai Xiaolan wanted to witness the bear performance.
All three women were earnestly trying to convince the others to come to the shows they preferred.
Lu Zhanguo, with his acute senses, detected a focus locked onto them. He looked up towards the bridge, but the rushing stream of people offered no abnormal sight.
