The Final Chapter of Stick Style: Protecting the One You Love

[First person + multiple heroines + modern city + realism + redemption + pure love + non-cool writing + no system + no rebirth] The rain in Hangzhou is always bitingly cold. I was abandoned by Shen Yi at the East Station and watched her get into her Porsche and leave. My senior brother passed away in a car accident, and the martial arts gym was in a state of collapse. I stayed in a dilapidated house, smoking and drinking to survive. I thought my life would be like a lonely grave in this city that no one cares about. Until the girl with a high ponytail knocked on the door of the martial arts studio and said she wanted to learn nunchucks. She was like a ray of light that burst into my dark world. The path of the stick has its final form, but the human heart has no way back.