On the streets of Tokyo, Akihabara was as bustling as ever. Xia Mi was full of energy, finding everything fresh and fascinating.
One moment, she pressed herself up to the glass of a claw machine and gasped "Wow" at the fluffy dolls inside; the next, she stopped outside a manga store's display window, pointing at a poster for the latest volume. Whenever she had nowhere in particular to go, she would simply stand at an intersection, tilting her head slightly as she looked toward the distant skyscrapers and flowing traffic. The bizarre splendor of the city reflected in her clear eyes, yet her gaze seemed slightly unfocused, as though she were looking at another world.
One foot was planted firmly on the ground, while the heel of the other casually tapped the pavement ahead. With both hands behind her back, she looked rather cocky. At a glance, it was obvious she was standing like a Chinese person.
Sakura stayed half a step behind her, remaining vigilant. She appeared to be casually browsing the display windows, but the corner of her eye worked like the most precise radar, constantly scanning every detail around them that might pose a threat.
Suddenly, her pace slowed by half a beat. Her cool expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of anything unusual, but inwardly, she had already heightened her guard.
She turned her head slightly, as though drawn by the music coming from an electronics store nearby. Yet using the reflection in the glass, she watched the crowd behind them from the corner of her eye.
They were being followed!
The stalkers had never undergone an agent's training and were extremely amateurish. Their gazes often fell upon the two girls, and Sakura was highly sensitive to such deliberate stares. Even amidst this enormous crowd, she