"That woman is Chada?"
Du Yu stared, a little dumbstruck. He remembered that when he first met Chada, he had worn a tight black pinstriped suit and a black cashmere trench coat, with nothing feminine about his appearance. Yet the woman in the phone booth looked like a happy mother, his style of dress bringing to mind an expression: a delicate beauty from a modest household.
The woman spoke into the phone for quite a while, then turned to look at his daughter outside the booth before turning back and continuing to say something.
That single backward glance was enough for Du Yu to confirm his identity.
"It really is Chada... but what should I do now?"
Du Yu watched Chada's daughter for a while, but someone suddenly stepped in front of him.
"Huh?" Du Yu froze. A burly man with a full beard stood before him, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Sir, I noticed you've been staring at that girl. Is there a problem?" the burly man asked coldly.
"Me?" Du Yu understood at once. "No, I think you've misunderstood. I'm just waiting for that woman to finish his call so I can use the phone booth."
"That had better be all, sir. If you're planning to do anything dangerous to that girl or that lady, I'll be watching you." With that, the burly man stepped aside, lit a cigarette, and began smoking, occasionally glancing in Du Yu's direction.
Du Yu could only remark that London in 1993 felt so much better than it had in 1888. Helpful fellows were everywhere; unfortunately, they seemed to have mistaken him for a bad guy.
Du Yu supposed it made sense. The "disaster" hadn't happened yet. Was he supposed to walk over and carry the child away? That would make him look even more