Torn cotton wool, torn trousers, big holes in shoes.
The first time Xu Zhi saw Yan Yusheng, he was climbing uphill carrying more than ten kilograms of coal. His body was dark, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
She took a fancy to this pair of eyes that wanted to eat people, and kept him by her side as a trash can for emotional catharsis.
Once her family fell into decline, when Xu Zhi saw him again, he was already a member of a powerful and wealthy family. He wore a neat suit and was bright and shiny. The watch on his hand was enough for her to work for five years.
Only her eyes remained unchanged, looking over at her darkly, as if they wanted to eat her.
She faced him and grabbed him by the collar just like she had done more than ten years ago.
No matter how bright the moonlight is, you are just a plaything in my hand.
