[Urban Healing / Warmth / Short Story Completed]
The convenience store at three o'clock in the morning is the last gentle corner of the city.
She is the shopkeeper who keeps hot soup, and he is the frustrated illustrator who was hit by the rainstorm and the dismissal letter.
With a bowl of oden and a picture on a napkin, two strangers caught each other's embarrassment and confusion in the dim light of a rainy night.
"The rain will stop and the sky will light up."
It turns out that the most healing thing is never the earth-shattering redemption.
There is someone who will help you when you are defeated.
Hand over a bowl of hot soup and leave an everlasting lamp.
Food guide:
No bloodshed, no sadomasochism, pure healing to the cookie
A short story with a relaxing pace, suitable for late-night reading
Warm and healing, after reading this, you will want to eat a bowl of hot oden right away
Other completed short stories:
Bind the leverage system to reach the peak of life
Boss, the barrage in your mind disturbed me.
She wears books and becomes a stupid wife
Concept: If there is a hot soup left for you, it is not considered wandering