In the busy city, there is a sweet shop with a long history. Many people come here because of its famous name, but they can only see the closed carved wooden door. They can only enter with an invitation written by the proprietress herself.
A young man walked in a hurry, holding a piece of gilded letter paper in his knuckled hands. He seemed hesitant and took a few steps back toward the store door, then raised his head to confirm the store name.
The black fisherman's hat tightly covered his appearance, and when he raised his head, his delicate and pale chin was exposed. The faint light of dusk shone on his face, which was like an army in the cold snow.
Intention: Destiny must be determined in the dark