After ten years of sharpening one sword, Yan Jin had to sharpen almost two swords. She felt that she could survive no matter what.
The rivers and lakes have many doors, many roads, many winds and rains, many people, many troubles and many lives.
——This is what she often heard, saw, and thought about in that small house that had been there for more than 20 years, accompanied by the lingering smell of rotten wood.
But you have to find a job to support yourself, right?
"Know me?"
"We just met."
This was a strange collaboration, and Yan Jin didn't like it.
The boy whose palm was shaken coughed and his thin shoulders shrugged, but the man was still grinning.
Yan Jin looked at his sick look and his smile that was brighter than the morning sun outside, and felt dazzled, thinking that this man was sick.
But this man is indeed sick. Under the shadow of the two people getting closer, Yan Jin still thought so, but he was a little arrogant and a little doting.
When Yan Jin passed by a small shop that was still busy with business, Yan Jin still thought this way...
But at this moment, she was smiling like him.
A clever and sunny idle master x a gloomy and sensitive door owner with a story
(The introduction may be a little unclear, so I'm sorry, but the text will be very clear!)
Intention: Treasure what you have in the past and move forward well.
