Paper rustled, as if overflowing with the scent of ink!
When the girl looked up, even with Tang Zheng's composure, he couldn't help but be startled. The girl had a lovely face, with red lips like cherries and eyebrows like crescents, but her left eye was dull and lifeless, blind.
Tang Zheng silently walked into the Supermarket. For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to leave. The girl was reading "The Sorrows of Young Werther," a very old book.
As "Hotel California" played on repeat, Tang Zheng leaned against the shelves and listened to it seventeen times in total. The girl glanced at him in surprise but then left him be, making no move to drive him away.
"I'm really bored to death." When the clock pointed to ten, Tang Zheng exhaled and randomly picked some items, heading towards the cash register.
"Hello, that'll be 128 dollars!" The girl processed his purchase with practiced ease, her breathing steady, devoid of any unnecessary chatter.
