While Weijun was gone, Liwu found herself somewhere between bored and doubly anxious. To prevent her thoughts from traveling too far--to dramatic corners where she was diagnosed with an untreatable illness, she focused on the people. Her eyes scanned the room like a hawk, cataloging every twitch, every nervous shuffle, every misplaced glance.
She had this game she liked to play where she would picture them as criminals, deciding what kind of crime they were likely to commit simply basing off their looks and movements.
That's when she saw him.
A man in a nurse's scrubs and construction boots, holding the hand of a little girl with two bouncing pig tails. She was in a hospital outfit, clearly a patient. At first glance, it looked ordinary--a nurse and a patient who was on her way out after getting her results. But Liwu's instincts screamed otherwise for many reasons.
