Xu Feng's eyes scanned the titles as he passed, not really looking for anything in particular, just taking in the atmosphere. But as comforting as the bookstore was, it wasn't what he needed. He couldn't stay here.
He needed to keep moving, keep looking for something useful.
At the back of the store, Xu Feng found a door leading to what looked like a small storage room. It was locked, but after a few moments of jiggling the handle and applying a bit of force, he managed to get it open.
Inside, he found boxes stacked high, filled with unsold books, but no clothes, no shoes—nothing that could help him.
Disappointed, Xu Feng left the storage room and continued his search, moving toward the front of the store. The street outside was quiet, eerily so, and he hesitated for a moment, debating whether to venture out into the open or stay hidden in the relative safety of the bookstore.