[A gloomy yet adorable younger sweetheart x a lovesick old immortal who’s a genius at chatting]
He Anzhi was a lonely old immortal.
He had lived for a very, very long time, so long that everyone looked like they had one foot in the grave. As time went by, his daily routine became watching over his rundown grocery store and bingeing soap operas until one or two in the morning. Then, one day, a customer who loved corn snacks walked into his store.
The instant their eyes met, He Anzhi knew spring had finally come for him.
Shen Xiang: Boss, I’d like a bag of corn snacks.
He Anzhi: We’re having a promotion. They’re free!
Shen Xiang, unaware of the truth: Really? That’s so nice of you!
He was only a poor, struggling fairy-tale writer. If he couldn’t make a name for himself, he’d be dragged back home to inherit the family’s hundreds of acres of orchards.
Shen Xiang: No, I won’t! I have to work hard!
He Anzhi: I have something special I want to show you.
Shen Xiang: What is it?
He Anzhi: A whale living in the clouds.
Shen Xiang: Huh?
He Anzhi: If you don’t like it, I’ve also got professional troublemaking matchstick men, a singing skeleton…
Shen Xiang: Those might be good material for my next book…
He Anzhi: How about we fall in love, sweetheart?
Shen Xiang: Let’s do it!
The three old friends from Taishan Prefecture: What? He Anzhi, of all people, the ultimate conversation killer, has a partner?
