Li Wan transmigrated into the 1960s, into the poultry-filled courtyard. He worked his way up from apprentice to Grade Four fitter, raising his six-year-old sister alone. Years ago, when the matchmaker proposed Qin Huairu to him, she rejected him because he came with a burden, then turned around and married Jia Dongxu. Now Jia Dongxu was gone, and Qin Huairu crouched beside the lathe, eyes red, staring at him through the rain and mist like a cat watching a fish. He knew that look all too well. She'd spotted a juicy piece of meat. He bent down to pick up the drawing without even looking up. He wanted no part of that widow.
Mark, the bull's head is wrong.
I feel so useless,
This AI text,,,,,
Mark it.
This is written in such a mess 😂😂 The preface doesn't match the postscript
The chapters have no names and only half stars. It looks okay, but I'm just not used to it.