Chapter 8

In that time, my relationship with Hamin changed a lot into something… kind of annoying. “Unnnncle…” Hamin was sprawled on the supermarket floor, looking up at me with big, watery eyes. His green irises were full of desperate longing, but I ignored him and pushed the cart in silence. Or tried to. Unfortunately, the cart didn’t budge an inch. Hamin had wrapped a mass of vines around the wheels. If not for that, we’d have finished shopping and gone home ages ago.