Chapter 5105: Who Did the Watermelon Belong To
"...the kind person who helped me pick up the second watermelon."
The girl was quick with her words.
"Now he's helping me look for the last one, out of kindness, too."
"We retraced the path I took earlier."
"He found the watermelon."
"This is where I bought them."
The old man still looked unconvinced. The girl turned and lifted her chin, pointing toward a fruit shop some distance away, only partly visible from here.
"If you don't believe me, you can go ask the owner of that fruit shop."
"I bought three watermelons."
"And it was only a little while ago."
"The owner should still remember me."
"...He even tried to talk me out of it, saying it would be hard for a girl like me to carry three watermelons..."
"I told him it was fine."
"I'd carried three watermelons home all at once before."
"I could manage."
At the time, she'd thought well of the fruit shop owner.
She hadn't expected...
"I didn't expect the plastic bag he gave me for the watermelons to be so flimsy..."
As she spoke, the girl couldn't help complaining. The whole thing had left her fuming.
One moment, the owner had been so concerned for her; the next, he'd handed her a lousy bag.
"The bag broke halfway home..."
"All the watermelons rolled out."
"I..."
The girl swallowed the less-than-polite words that had been about to follow.
She pressed her lips together.
"If this kind young man hadn't helped me..."
"I would've only gotten one watermelon back."
A trace of confusion appeared on the old man's face.
The girl sounded sincere.
He stared into her eyes.
She didn't look away for even a second.
"...But you can't be sure this watermelon is