She loves money as much as her life, just because the treatment bill before her brother's bedside is always short of the last payment;
She cherishes her life as much as gold, but she always encounters thoughts that are heavier than life and death in her obsession with people, tools, objects, and spirits.
Her boss, Lin Yan, is always with her, watching her transform from a "points hunter" who counts all her money, to slowly understanding the guardianship in old objects: what the loom weaves is not cloth, but concern across the world; what the copper lock locks is not the door, but the blood that has not yet cooled.
Jiang Wan finally understood that what she accumulated was never points, but the confidence to put every obsession to rest. And those spiritual body memories that have been dismantled side by side are quietly writing footnotes that are warmer than money in the blank spaces of the ledger.
Note: In the early stage, I am more obsessed with writing about people, and later on, I focus on utensils and objects.
