iliar sounds of silver being forged captivated him, his attention solely on the rhythmic clang of each hammer blow, a song of creation. With every strike, impurities were purged, and the metal within... "Good" 。Just so happens I'm also homeless. 。Tang Wulin, who had just returned, didn't even have a place to stay. 。The silver light flickered again and again, she was unwilling to leave his embrace,...