Knock knock knock, a kind-looking grandpa walked into the office carrying a basket of red apples. I was inexplicably dazzled and couldn't see the face of the person. I only had a vague feeling of familiarity. I felt that this man looked like my grandpa who passed away many years ago.
Grandpa: "Little girl, would you like to buy some apples? My apples are big, sweet, and very cheap! Come on, let me give you one to try."
Although I can't believe it, someone is openly selling apples in an office building. However, that familiarity made me reluctant to let go, and I reached out and caught the apple without doubting it. Wu Zang Temple, who had missed his meal, was already cooing, so he just had an apple to satisfy his craving.
"Thank you, grandpa!" As soon as he took a bite, time and space spun around. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
