Chapter 6: The Sigh of Perfection for the Broken (5)

  Thinking of grandma's kind smile, a certain corner of my heart feels warm and cozy. The bag in my hand doesn't feel too heavy after all. I lower my head again to open the bag and knock on the meat inside, and a smile spreads across my face uncontrollably. I hadn't noticed that I bumped into someone, and I hastily apologize with my head lowered, quickly picking up the fallen bag.

  "You've hit someone and you still want to run away?"

  This man's tone is really fierce, I'm not the one who was humble just now! My gaze swept over the shiny black pointed male leather shoes, and I straightened my waist to meet this man's gaze. A hint of loneliness flashed in my eyes, and I wouldn't lose to him in terms of momentum.

  "Could you move your heel over a bit?"

  His shoulder-length hair was dyed a chestnut color, layered and neatly trimmed. A shiny three-petaled earring hung from his left ear, and his bangs were blown by the wind to almost cover his eyes that seemed to be frozen with cold air. I looked at him dressed in casual Western attire, this style seems to be one of the new styles from somewhere this spring, probably a rich young master, probably a refined person.

  "Oh dear, sorry." I bowed my head and pretended to look for coins, with a very sincere attitude. I hastily realized that I had accidentally stepped on someone and quickly took a few steps aside, feeling relieved. I've never been one to suffer losses, and no matter what, I have to avenge the pork that fell to the ground.

  "He... " The man looked at me and his expression softened a lot, my tearful attack had taken effect. He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his breast pocket, furrowed his brow without bowing his head, until someone rushed in and said coldly, "Wipe it clean!"

  "Yes, young master."

  This guy is really a young master, my smile stiffened on my face, and I glanced around, it seems that thirty-six strategies are still the best. My mind quickly wove out many methods, the heel of my leather shoes scraped against the ground, seeing that he didn't raise his eyes to look at me, my courage grew bigger and I took a big stride thinking of running away.

  "You..." He seemed to recall something, his cold eyes scanning me, but before he could say anything, he hastily took the phone handed over by someone beside him. "Buzz... buzz." The phone vibrated a few times before he slowly pressed the keys to answer, "Hello..."

  Seeing such a good opportunity, I took off in a sprint, using the speed of a school 100-meter third-place finisher, and didn't dare stop to catch my breath until after turning several corners.

  I remembered the things I bought earlier, lifted my left hand and found that the bag was still hanging on my hand. I turned around and walked to the other side of the corner, just in time to catch an uncle who was about to close his stall, from whom I successfully bought half a catty of discounted vegetables.

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