Ten years of great dreams in the world have come to nothing, all old friends have passed away, and he is covered in injuries and illnesses. After wandering around, he dragged his broken body back to his hometown and ordered a pot of turbid tea at the original teahouse. I don't know the girl cooking the tea, but the tea tastes a bit familiar, as if she is an old friend.
He didn't know that the story from his perspective had already been read and treasured by another person. For those unknown pains, medicine has been prepared for him, just waiting to meet again.
Short story, not cruel.
The Downtrodden Jianghu GuestⅹThe Daughter of the Sinful Minister
Intention: Destiny