A new tattoo shop opened on the corner of the street. Jiang Zhusong suddenly discovered it on a very ordinary night.
The boss was standing under the street lamp smoking. He was tall and thin, and he didn't have a big arm. All in all, he didn't look like the owner of a tattoo shop.
A faint desire to explore fermented in Jiang Zhusong's heart. He probably didn't expect that just this little desire to explore would sustain him through the entire boring and repressed age of seventeen.
Fortunately, they are the same person.
Motto: Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold