A cup of strong liquor slipped down the throat, and Song Yan felt a peculiar sensation rising within.
He offered travel funds to the Jie family brothers, simply as a gesture of goodwill, but unexpectedly, this act of kindness attracted the niece of Master Huang.
He believed the young lady was quite decent, so... is this perhaps the virtue rewarding virtue?
He smiled and shook his head.
He didn't care for the favor of a young lady, but the unintended seed planted had sprouted. If rewarded, it felt as if it had been watered, bringing him a touch of joy in the end.
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In a blink, two years passed by.
On this day, autumn rain poured down heavily; cold and relentless.
People hurried through the streets, umbrellas moved like boats, drifting until only the rainwater flowed over the blue stone bricks and tiles.
Suddenly, the rainwater was splashed apart by a boot.
A figure holding an umbrella broke through the curtain of rain, knocking on the door of the Cold Smoke Meat Shop.
