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It started with a look in the hallway. A brush of shoulders on the stairs as she carried her metal tiffin tin to buy noodles. She wore high-collared cheongsams, floral patterns that looked like armor, every button done up to the chin, keeping her secrets tucked away. He wore sharp suits and carried a quiet sadness that smelled of cigarette smoke and old books.

Chow Mo-wan and Su Li-zhen lived as neighbors, separated only by a thin wall and the polite, suffocating customs of the Shanghainese community. They were defined by their absences—his wife was always "working late," and her husband was always "away on business." It started with a look in the hallway

They practiced the confrontation they were too afraid to have in real life. They walked the streets at night, their shadows stretching and merging on the damp pavement, but their hands never touched. To touch would be to become just like them . They prided themselves on being better, even as their hearts began to ache with a rhythm that had nothing to do with their spouses. He wore sharp suits and carried a quiet