Shen Mingyi was born with a habit of picking up trash.
It can be as small as a mineral water bottle or as large as a living person.
Shen Qinghe met Shen Mingyi on a rainy summer day.
From then on, he had a new name, a master, and a family.
He watched her grow up behind the counter of Jisheng Drug Store, travel to a distant place with great ambitions, and come back with scars all over her body, feeling distressed and happy at the same time.
Shen Qinghe only thought that Shen Mingyi was his younger sister, but later his ethics became very disordered.
The bedroom is dimly lit, with wind and rain outside the window, and the shadows inside the window overlap and entangle endlessly.
His movements were gentle, but his tone was stubborn: "Mingyi, who am I?"
The ends of her eyes were flushed, and her eyebrows were warm and wanton: "You are Shen Qinghe, and you are mine. If you stay."
Later, the neighbors joked that he was the son-in-law of Jisheng Drug Store and took his wife's surname.
"The greatest kindness of fate is to let me meet you." - Shen Qinghe
#single-skilled traditional Chinese medicine shop long-term worker & slash young proprietress#
Intention: Those who are loved always have a way out.
