Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing walked for quite a while before finding a public restroom. They changed clothes inside and then came out to board a tricycle.
They stood before the alleyway twenty minutes later.
Looking at the street in front of them, the couple hesitated for a moment, and after confirming the address was correct, they slowly stepped inside.
Shikumen in the French Concession.
In Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing's imagination, this should have been a terribly messy alleyway. But what lay before them were rows of houses, clean grounds, the laughter and greetings of neighbors, and children at a small book stall at the entrance of the alley.
All of this made Zhou Jiao's mood exceptionally complicated at the moment.
Everywhere she looked, at any moment, she could perceive Zhou Xiaozheng's meticulous care and efforts.
