Ren Chang walked alone on the street.
Although Ren Chang was a deacon, ever since he went astray, after years of sharpening, he had long despaired of Martial Arts.
So he never started a family.
He always lived alone.
He finally got off duty, bought some groceries, two jars of wine, and leisurely carried them home by himself.
A very small yard, two rooms.
The surroundings were quite rundown, considered a place for commoners to live.
The courtyard door of the house next door opened, and a woman in her forties, still graceful, walked out, smiling: "Off duty?"
"Off duty." Ren Chang smiled.
This woman was called Kong Xiang; she was Ren Chang's childhood friend. They both had feelings for each other, but later Ren Chang's Martial Arts were ruined, his Dantian and lower body heavily injured, and he didn't want to delay Kong Xiang, so he ruthlessly cut off contact.
