At five o'clock in the afternoon, the light in the "Shiyi Zhai" on Binhai City's Antique Street was already a little dim.
There is a complex and unique smell in the air. The quiet aroma of old wood, the dry feeling brought by the fine dust floating in the air, and the slightly pungent smell similar to turpentine emitted by the small dish of special repair glue that Lin Mo had on hand. These flavors mixed together constituted his entire perception of the world.
