The March wind carried a bit of freshly thawed humidity, and rolled up a few early cherry blossom petals to flutter on the wooden curtain of the "Xiangyang Symbiosis Shop", making a soft rustling sound. Huo Xiangzheng was squatting behind the counter repairing the shelves, holding half a piece of sandpaper in his hand, carefully smoothing the loose wood thorns. The sunlight slanted in from the old glass window facing the street, casting warm light spots on the top of his hair that was stained with sawdust. Even the pale golden star mark in his left eye looked softer than usual.
"Boss Huo, bring me some 'calming incense'! I've been having nightmares lately, and my dreams are full of sizzling magic pollution beasts." Aunt Wang from the bun shop at the street opened the door and walked in. Her voice was as loud as ever, and she was holding two steaming meat buns in her hand. "Here, I've left them for you. You've reopened your shop for three months, and I don't feel at ease now. I still have to rely on your synthetic stuff."
