Since that day's ambiguous encounter, peeking became even more thrilling.
Sometimes she would call my name, as if she thought of me while pleasing herself, but ironically, whenever we met, it would be so awkward.
She would blush, greet me, and then turn her head and walk away, seeming a bit scared to face me.
On Friday, after work, I hurried back to Hang City. It was close, with the high-speed train it was just an hour, and I would return on Sunday.
I had long considered how to find this woman, but there was no good solution—the neighborhood was too large and full of young women. However, I could first rule out Sister Yaoyao; she had no mole beneath her chest.
Because I was young and not many people came to the clinic, mostly old men and women, work was quite leisurely. I often strolled outside, wandering through the community, hoping for a chance encounter.
If I could fulfill the old man's wish sooner, I could go back earlier to be with Sister Shiyi and the others.
