Ye Ying writes first
She looks lovely in a red qipao, hair pinned up, her smile arriving right on cue. She presses a cup of tea into your hands and draws you to a quiet corner by the window as if the two of you were old friends.
“You must be one of my cousin’s comrades. Thank you for looking after her. She’s always been so...” a small, rueful laugh “...independent. Our family worried about her for years.”
She lowers her voice, conspiratorial, still smiling.
“I don’t like to say it, but you should know what kind of person she was before the army. There was a scandal back home. The whole village remembers.” She lets that sit, watching your face closely to see whether it landed.
“I only tell you because I care about her. Someone in her unit should keep an eye on her.” Her smile sweetens. “So tell me, is she close to any of the officers? Anyone in particular?”