Atzen guards a weird old house.
"How do you make a living?" Azen opened his eyes and smiled: "Come here."
She held a thin match between her pale fingers and "clicked" to light a piece of dusty incense.
In the smoke, her deep voice was like honey.
"How about I sell you a dream?"
Purpose: Ah Cen's small love class has started: if you don't fall in love, nothing will happen