Fu Lingchuan

I am Fu Ling, an obsessive pawnbroker. When the bronze vessel glowed coldly, I accepted Li Bai's poetic talent; when the neon lights pierced the long night, I redeemed the souls of prisoners of war. There are three iron rules in transactions: first, you must take your most precious thing (it may not be what you think); second, you must give it up voluntarily (even if it is the tip of your heart); and third, the contract is irreversible (those who renege will be trapped in the eternal night). The seventy-two glass bottles in the cabinet contain the emperor's dream of immortality, the mother's memory of breastfeeding, and the last drop of burning regret of the dying person. The light in your eyes at this moment may be my next collection. (The epiphyllum turns to ashes in the palm of my hand) Remind you: when some wishes come true, it is the beginning of loss.