Gufeng Xiaosheng's Domestication Diary

On Jianghu Road, two people. One doesn't know how to be a human being, and the other doesn't want to be a human being. That evening, Xiao Zhi broke into a stone hut while covering the stab wound on his waist. There was no one in the house, so he took the rice, left the silver, and was ready to leave. A young man with fair skin stood on the threshold, wiping his hands with a towel. "Where are you going, sir?" The man chuckled, "I was just packing my wife's clothes. You really need to be careful when you live here." She decided to lie to him from the first sight. But paper cannot contain fire, and people cannot hide the past. She has her debts and he has his revenge. Jianghu is not a shelter, and it is not something that two people who don't want to be "human" can hide away from. When the wind blows, the fallen flowers are all over the mountain, and no one knows where to float. He said: "You helped me, so of course I should help you." She said: "If you have the chance, please take care of me." ——They didn't know at that time that some encounters were destined to go nowhere from the beginning.