On the day she sold all her property, Lin Che only took away a tea shop design drawing she drew in high school.
Ten years later, the "Qianwan Tea Shop" lit up its warm lights under the plane trees in the old city.
The fierce Jingran kneaded the dough and complained: "I promised back then that I would only be a partner, not a cook!"
Until the wheelchair rolled over the bluestone in the rain, Su Wan raised her head and asked, "Are you hiring?"
From then on, there was an additional room on the second floor that always smelled of medicinal fragrance.
When the doctor announced that Su Wan's condition had worsened, Lin Che dug out the dusty hiking bag.
Under the starry sky of the snow-capped mountains, Jing Ran gritted his teeth and pushed the special wheelchair: "Someone must fulfill the madman's promise."
The oxygen mask was covered with frost, and Su Wan's fingertips touched the wind at the top of the world: "So... This is the scenery you have seen."
Not bad, very good-looking