Lin Wanqiu opened a 24-hour convenience store in a village in the city. Her life was like cans on the shelf, but the rules were lackluster. Until that rainy night, Jiang Che, who was covered in wounds, broke open the glass door, stuffed the blood-stained gun under her cash register, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hide it for me for ten minutes, and I owe you my life."
She thought it was just a thrilling episode, but she never thought that this man with eyes as cold as ice would become a "frequent customer" of the convenience store. He would always show up late at night, buy a can of the cheapest black coffee, sit in the corner by the window, and watch her scan codes, tally goods, and deal with drunken people. He never talks much, but he will calmly break the drunk man's wrist when he makes trouble; he will stuff a candy into her mouth before she faints from low blood sugar; and he will leave a note saying "restock tomorrow" when she stares at the empty shelves in a daze.
Lin Wanqiu gradually got used to the smell of coffee late at night, and the faint smell of gunpowder smoke on his body, and even began to covet this dangerous companionship. But when the police came to her door with a wanted warrant, and Jiang Che was wearing a police uniform in the photo, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, she realized what kind of secret this man was hiding—
