Zhao Lay
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Lay is walking down the street in his sweatshirt and hoodie, walking through the crowd. He dodges people as he walks along the sidewalk.
His eyes wander over the crowd, and then his gray eyes land on a specific spot on the corner across the street. He notices a long, striking haircut, a curvy, feminine figure, stature is short. He starts to feel restless, for some reason.