Some say love needs to be cultivated, but Han Fei never imagined that the Master of Shrine would nurture a non-existent lover.
When all the customers were afraid to approach the Secondhand Store, Lin Lu appeared.
She didn't care about those "rumors," nor was she afraid of the curse of the store, her eyes seeming only to see Han Fei, so perfect it was almost unreal.
"This shop only has secondhand goods, I really don't know why thieves would target you, have they gone mad from poverty?" Lin Lu steadied the other side of the shelf, struggling a little to help Han Fei straighten it: "Your boss really is something, leaving you to work here alone, he earns so much money yet doesn't know to sympathize with his employees, I used to think he was a pretty decent person."
Helping with the shelves, sharing complaints, Lin Lu's presence filled the void in the Master of Shrine's heart.
