In Nantong in 1994, the bells of the clock tower were still echoing in the cross streets, the water of the Hao River reflected the lights of Taowu Road, and the stalls of small commodities in the Southern Market were just filling up. On the other side of the Yangtze River, Shanghai was brewing an industrial wave sweeping the rivers and seas. Lin Wanxing opened his eyes on the hard bed in the orphanage. A 30-year-old soul was stuffed into a 17-year-old body. On the left was a window that was cracked by the cold. On the right was the wealth code for the next few decades. There was also an unexpected love across the river, quietly waiting for the opportunity of time and space.
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