Snowflakes fluttered, their gaze warm.
Shen Yue saw the sincerity in Zhang Facai for the first time and felt the merchant's true heart—perhaps this was also why Zhang Facai was successful in his endeavors.
It's often said that genuine emotions can't be retained, and only tricks win people's hearts.
But can a heart won by tricks ever be sincere?
Desperately clinging to a life of illusory dreams, what remains once the bubble bursts?
"I've always felt that you're essentially kind-hearted," he said.
Zhang Facai took a step forward, earnestly saying, "Xiaotian, others need to give you a chance, and I really hope..."
He didn't finish his sentence before Shen Xiaotian cut in with a smile, "Brother Zhang, if you really want to give me a chance, then let me do what I want to do, okay?"
After pausing for a moment, Shen Xiaotian said softly, "After all, this is a chance I've been fighting for myself."
"What?" Zhang Facai was somewhat puzzled.
