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After leaving Zhuang Chen's place, Sheng Xian went to the supermarket.
His supermarket visits were always purposeful, and he consistently purchased the same few items, so he quickly pushed his cart towards the checkout line.
Across from the supermarket, there was a row of small shops, one of which sold plants. The shop was decorated like a dream, and out front, there was a row of bonsais, including a few water bonsais with small fish inside that he couldn't identify.
"Hello."
The cashier's sudden voice interrupted Sheng Xian's train of thought.
He expressionlessly pulled his gaze back and started placing items from his cart onto the checkout counter one by one.
After paying, Sheng Xian, with bags in hand, walked toward the elevator. After a few steps, he turned back.
Ten minutes later,
Sheng Xian looked at the water bonsai on the passenger seat, securely wrapped by the shopkeeper, and raised his hand to rub his brow forcefully.
What was he thinking?
