Pretending to Be a Treasure Appraiser: Surviving a Desperate Situation to Win Your True Heart

The night cut the glass windows of the old city into pieces, and the raindrops fell like fine needles under the street lamps. Zhu Yuran stood at the door of "Nan Inkstone Appraisal", staring at the plaque that read "Accept appraisal, identify authenticity", his sleeves became cold with sweat from his palms. Today he had to pretend to be a real person - but all he could think about was the task that was stuffed into his collar: pretending, entering the game, and winning the truth.