In the evening, the supermarket in the residential area was packed with people.

A stampede incident could easily occur if one is not careful.

Around seven or eight o'clock every day, the fresh produce and food sections would start selling low-priced items.

So many people would specifically choose this time to come and buy in large quantities.

Last month, my father despised this behavior.

But now, with our life in a difficult situation, he had to accept the reality.

Resigned to eating and using less fresh vegetables and supplies.

"Ouch!"

I was pushing the cart, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties was standing in front of me, accidentally bumped into someone.

His wallet fell out of his pocket.

Documents scattered all over the place, right at my toes.

I quickly picked up the cards and handed them back to him.

I then glanced sideways at the middle-aged man's cart.

It was full of boxes of ready-to-eat meals.

"Thank you, young lady!"

The middle-aged man gave me a grateful smile.

I shook my head and smiled, waving my hand.

"You're welcome."

Almost at the moment I handed him his ID card.

I inadvertently glimpsed the name on the back of the card.

The name seemed somewhat familiar.

But I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.

I looked at his figure again, sparse hair, slightly overweight.

I told myself with great certainty.

This man, I've never seen him before.