On that night when the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, there was an extra person on Zhu Xuan's sledge.
He was burned to the point of unconsciousness, with wounds on his body and calluses on his hands. When he woke up, his eyes looked like a knife unsheathed. He said that he couldn't remember anything, but Zhu Xuan was a blacksmith - whether it was good or bad, she could tell it as soon as he hammered it.
She could guess at a glance whether a person was good or bad.
But she still left the person behind.
"My blacksmith shop is small and cannot withstand the torment." She tied the splint to his leg, "So you'd better get better quickly and leave quickly."
He didn't leave.
He began to help her pull the bellows, watch the heat, and draw drawings. He spoke less and less, but looked at her more deeply.
Until one day, officials surrounded the town. The imperial spy knelt on the ground, and someone called him "Young Master".
Only then did Zhu Xuan realize that the person she had picked up was carrying the secrets of the entire world.
But he just turned his head, looked at her, and asked:
"Is the fire still burning?"
[Blacksmith's Wife × Exiled Prince | Marketplace × Temple Strategy | Hardcore Farming × Two-way Redemption]
The hardest iron is made by her. The coldest person is the one she keeps warm.
When the fire is lit, the snow reflects on people's hearts.
