Chapter One: Everyone in the Rain Is Acting

The woman thrust the handle toward his chest. “If you're so reasonable, you hold it.” The crowd jeered. Chenzhou did not touch it. “What's your name?” “Su Wanqing.” Too quick. Rehearsed. “There is a square adhesive mark inside your wrist. You removed an action camera ten minutes ago. There is dry white dust on your soles, and the only plaster like it nearby is inside the closed Yong'an Theater. You didn't walk here through the rain. You waited there for me.” The comments paused, then exploded. Wanqing's injured expression remained, but her eyes turned cold. “So what?” “So this isn't a chance encounter.” Chenzhou surveyed the crowd. “And it isn't an argument about an umbrella.”