Chapter 30: The Teahouse of Borrowed Time

Mong Kok at dusk was a river of neon and noise, and Siu-Bak followed Lui Mei-Ling through it like a man walking in the wake of a ferry. She moved with a purpose that parted the crowd without a word, her white coat swapped for a dark, practical jacket, her hair pinned back in a way that made her look like a teacher who had decided to play at thief. He kept pace, the new shirt clinging to him with t...