The Heart of a Smith

While negotiating business inside a dimly lit bar, Lu Shang unexpectedly crossed paths with a grime-covered teenager. He had no intention of meddling—until familiar memories were stirred by the sight of old bullet wounds on the boy’s back.

“What should I call you?” Lu Shang asked.

“They just call me Xiao Li… I don’t know my real name.”

“No memory at all?” Lu Shang frowned.

“None.”

“Then from today onward,” Lu Shang said with quiet finality, “your name is Li Sui. You’ll stay with me.”

And so began a strange companionship—an unspoken bond where the once nameless youth became Lu Shang’s constant shadow.

Years passed, and one day Dr. Leung joked over drinks, “Funny how things turned out—you tried to capture his heart, but ended up handing over your own. Doesn’t seem like a great deal, does it, Boss Lu?”