C1582 The Most Important Thing Was the Soul

The drizzle persisted, weaving a fine web of rain that enshrouded the world in mist. The oppressive dark clouds churned overhead, casting a gloom that weighed heavily on the spirit.

With the departure of the final customer, Lo Chuan locked the shop door, and tranquility settled over the world. With time on his hands, he decided to head upstairs, perhaps to lend a hand