Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother novel Chapter 535

The supermarket had ten floors. They sold stationery, food, and underwear on the first through fourth floors. I had never been to the upper floors. There should be a brilliant display of goodies.

The stationery here was diverse, of high quality, and affordable prices. Lecturers and students from the Department of Fine Arts enjoyed coming here to purchase materials.

I found a commonly used brand and selected the color and amount based on the remaining paints in Crystal House. Then, I went to the checkout counter with a large bag of things.

The supermarket had a spiral staircase. The center of the huge venue was empty and equipped with a sightseeing elevator from top to bottom. There was a dazzling array of promotional ideas for various brands.

There weren't many people checking out. The girl who served me had a lovely smile. When she grinned, she looked even sweeter.

I looked at her name tag and found her name to be Margaret. That nice name suited the girl perfectly. After picking up my stuff and turning around, I noticed a familiar figure on the first-floor escalator.

A tall man was pushing a wheelchair. He bent slightly and appeared to be listening to the person in the wheelchair. The woman in the wheelchair had long hair and a small blanket covering her legs.

I suddenly fixed my gaze on them, and my heart sank. Because of the angle, I couldn't see what those two people looked like. They appeared in the blink of an eye. I couldn't be sure whether they were the same person I knew.

However, his tall figure and meticulous hairstyle reminded me of the person in my heart.

I picked up the things I just bought and dashed toward the escalator. When I arrived, they were no longer present. Only a few customers were walking by, carrying bags with daily necessities.

Where had they gone? It only took me a few minutes to get over there. They shouldn't have disappeared. Or was the image I saw just now just my fantasy, and they never appeared? Was I so exhausted recently that I recognized the wrong person?

Did I see it wrong? No, that person had always been in my heart. There was no way I could recognize the wrong person.

During my studies, my parents always reminded me to protect my eyesight. As a painter, having bad eyesight would impair my color judgment.