"Xin Qing!" Ailey said, running over. "It's really you?"

Xin Qing knew there was nowhere for her to run at this point, so she resigned herself to a greeting. "Ailey, so you're having a meal here, too? What a coincidence!"

Ailey nodded haphazardly, though her eyes kept straying towards Ying Qingcang. Ah Sha had a children's fork in her hand. The tip of the fork held a sodden piece of biscuit, which had been soaked in milk. Ah Sha thumped the surface of her high ...