Li Wan traveled back in time to the Qinman Courtyard in the 1960s, where he rose from an apprentice to a fourth-level fitter, raising his six-year-old sister alone. When the matchmaker proposed to marry Qin Huairu, she thought he was dragging a bottle of oil and married Jia Dongxu instead. Now that Jia Dongxu is gone, Qin Huairu squats beside the lathe with red eyes, staring at him in the rain and fog like a cat staring at a fish. That look in his eyes was too familiar, just like a piece of fat. He bent down and picked up the drawings without raising his head. He didn't want to get involved with this widow.
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This AI text,,,,,
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Mark, the bull's head is wrong.
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.