Lin An closed the door, isolating all memories and thoughts behind the crumbling wooden door.
Xue Yan lit up a cigarette: "Have you thought about it? If you follow me, you will have to sign a contract of sale."
"Think about it."
None of the lights in the house were lit for him. Lin An bit his fingertips and signed the contract readily.
"Why do you always light a cigarette instead of smoking?"
"This is not smoke, it is an offering I burned for myself. Just like you humans eating candy, it is of no use but can make people happy. It is said that the taste of offerings is different for different people, and the taste between lovers is sweet and sour. I am looking forward to the taste of the offerings you give me."
Lin An: "... Can I not burn it for you?"
Intention: Use copper as a mirror to straighten your clothes; use people as a mirror to understand gains and losses