Chapter 77

"I'll take this call," Charles said to Naomi after checking the incoming call. Naomi nodded. "Sure." She walked ahead, observing the old shops on both sides of the street. Due to years of neglect and exposure to wind and sun, the shops bore deep, mottled marks. Camphor trees lined the sides of the street, their long branches dense and hanging down. It was as if counting the passing years, months, and days. This was an old street, not in a bustling area, and the items sold were necessities of daily life. Most of the shopkeepers were elderly, exuding a tranquil air marked by the passage of time. It seemed like her first serious shopping trip since she returned, and this place had not changed much from three years ago. It was as she remembered. However, upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences. Perhaps it was the passage of time, her own growth, and the changes in herself. Naomi observed everything closely, feeling the serenity and calmness of this place. Suddenly, a