"My bar doesn't sell alcohol, boss, so what do you sell?"
On a rainy night, a soaked school beauty broke into my store, her eyes red but her teeth gritted and stubborn.
I smiled and put out the cigarette in my hand: "Sell yourself... Oh no, sell a place to live, take in homeless little wild cats, pay for the day, and include room and board, do you want to do that?"
Later, the whole school knew that I was a "beautiful girl hidden in a golden house", but she was the only one who understood that it was her and myself that I was crossing.
Intention: Two lonely souls serve as each other's beacon in the desolate place of the world, and finally complete each other's redemption and self-reconstruction in love.