Cultivation, Start by Merging the Steel of the Heart

Su Ming has been in this world for twenty-two years. No one knows what this stall owner's past was like, with his crippled hands and lonely eyes. In a small town, he runs a small stall called "Chaos". When he makes money, he doesn't save up to marry a wife or anything, he just buys wine. This year is another year of heavy snow and midwinter, and the cotton of my thin cotton-padded clothes has become somewhat clumped. What is colder than these nine winters is the human heart. Looking at the overturned stall. Su Ming had a sad smile on his lips. Since I was brought into this world, why should I suffer so much? Then, I won't play anymore. Su Ming watched the snowflakes falling in the drafty room, and matches couldn't resist the cold. The medicinal wine that I have been soaking in for so long has not saved my hands. Today is my birthday, it is also a birthday in twenty-two years and I came here. It is time to die now. "The conditions are met, and the steel of the heart is fused." Su Ming:? ? ? ? ? ? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.