Gu Sui has been competing with Tie all his life.
He wielded a hammer at the age of ten and could make a complete kitchen knife at the age of fifteen. When he was eighteen, his father lost the family house in a bet and his mother was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. He locked the admission notice from the Academy of Fine Arts in a drawer and never opened it again.
Ten years later, he was a blacksmith on the old street in the west of the city. His hands are covered with scars and he rarely speaks the truth, so he is nicknamed "Squib" - he looks dull and can't light up, and can make people cry if he really gets angry.
Shen Zhiyi was dragged back by a business deal. She is a well-known independent jewelry designer in Shanghai. This time, Party A specified "traditional forged iron craftsmanship". She looked through the list of suppliers and saw a familiar name: Gu Sui.
Ten years ago, she waited for a confession from him, but what she waited for was that he disappeared out of thin air.
Ten years later, she pushed open the door of his studio, and the fire reflected on his face. He glanced at her, and his first words were: "Have you brought the design drawings?"
I didn't ask if the past few years were good, and I didn't explain why I left in the first place.
Shen Zhiyi slapped the drawings on the table and said with a smile: "Master Gu, I have decided on this order."
What Gu Sui didn't know was that Shen Zhiyi had no intention of leaving after returning this time. What he didn't even know was that a man who owned an investment company was standing among them, waiting to see the moment he knelt down.
Iron cannot be forged into a weapon, and a person cannot look back until he is in pain.
