The Godly Son-In-Law: I Have the Magic Book in My Hand, and I Have the World

The smell of disinfectant, mixed with the pungent smell of cheap detergent, penetrated Jiang Chen's nasal cavity. He held the cold handle of the mop and mechanically dragged it back and forth across the smooth, mirror-like marble floor. On the floor, a vague and haggard figure of a man was reflected. He was wearing an old T-shirt that had been washed white, and his eyes were dim, like a trapped animal with its fangs pulled out. Three years.