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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

By night, the plaza was still bustling with middle-aged women practicing their daily slow-paced exercise dances. They chatted with each other as the last song concluded and began their walk home shortly after. 

One of them, who had short hair, stayed behind and turned her attention toward a dark corner of the plaza. Her warm smile and smooth skin made her look younger than her age, although she did suffer from being slightly overweight.

In the corner sat a man who was smoking while gazing at the night sky. He held a plastic bottle in which he disposed of all of his cigarette butts. Judging by how many there were, he had been waiting for quite a while alrea...