He fancies the woman! Tang thought to himself.
The woman turned around but before she could fully face him, Tang had moved his gaze elsewhere. He wasn't interested in watching any display of affection. But after a few seconds, the man and the woman came into his line of vision as they walked past him.
Tang looked and then stared and then stared some more. Was he hallucinating? Did he conjure her up from his thoughts?
How could she be here? And who was she with?
As Tang sat stunned, frozen in his seat, Jia Li paused and took off the jacket.
"Mr. Ying, I am not a delicate flower like your London girls. I am sturdy enough to weather any storm, forget the light breeze which is blowing right now. And, more importantly, your coat doesn't match my dress," her voice held a hint of laughter.