The name of this shop is A Letter of Divorce.
And its proprietor is called Lin Chuan.
His line of work is simply...
“So you exorcise demons for a living?”
“That sounds a bit too aggressive... Officer, I just want everyone to have a good time together.”
The man said this with a smile, despite having been in and out of the police station many times.
Strange behavior, utterly frivolous. That was how people always described him.
Although passersby often called his shop unlucky or inauspicious,
for some reason it had managed to stay open until today...
“I just don’t often do business with humans, that’s all. I have a very diverse clientele.”
Today, too, he suddenly popped out from his shop, right in the middle of a group of women gossiping at the entrance, and spoke in his cheerful voice.
If you’re interested, I hope you’ll add the story to your collection and leave a comment. I’d also like to know if there’s anything you think could be improved. I hope to finish this story. I’ll probably focus on this one and update two or three times a week.
Theme: Since there’s no such thing as a regret remedy, I can only do my best to make up for what I’ve lost
