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Boheng looked up and recognized Simoya and Zoe.
Zoe had completely forgotten that Boheng even had a name like that... She could not even remember "Boheng," his given name. These District 14-style names were not only harder to remember than the last, but their pronunciations were downright bizarre. Zoe could not pronounce the sound "heng," and "Qi Zhen" was hell difficulty—every time she called Lu Qi Zhen's name, Zoe felt like an angry kettle, puffing out steam.
Boheng quickly glanced toward the subway entrance—Vera was no longer there.
He was probably going to lose her.
Zoe followed his gaze toward the subway station with some concern. Simoya stepped forward. "What a coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Boheng gave a polite smile.
Running into Zoe and Simoya here nearly convinced him that Hesta was currently in Emangria... Perhaps Jane was in some nearby club at this very moment, waiting to meet Vera.
"I came to take care of something," Boheng replied. "What about you?"
"We came to take care of something too," Simoya said with a smile. "We've finished now and were just about to head back."
Boheng glanced at their shopping bags. Inside were posters, postcards, and decorations, all of them little trinkets that looked freshly bought from the souvenir shop.
"Sounds good... I still have things to do, so I'll be going. See you."
"Go ahead," Simoya said.
Boheng nodded, immediately turned, and headed for the subway entrance. Zoe stood behind Simoya, and together they watched his retreating figure.
"He looks like he's following someone," Zoe said.
"Really? Why?"
"A feeling," Zoe replied. "He was probably doing that when he stood there fiddling with the postcards... And he kept watching the subway entrance over there."
Simoya looked thoughtful. "It is rather strange... We should mention it to