The old man placed the three lighters with different designs on a tray that had a really soft looking fluffy fabric around it, appearing to be such a delicate possession of the old man.
Following the motion of the lighter being placed one by one, she couldn’t take her eyes off it, being mesmerized by such an appearance, even though it was just an ordinary lighter that everyone uses.
Although she knew that it was hand made by the artisan in front of her, maybe that was the reason why she was being drawn into it.
But the kind of being drawn was kinda like a really strong force towards the first lighter that she had seen holding by the old man, compared to the other lighters that he had taken out.
“I was known as Old Man Light, many just call me by the name of Light, it’s up to you what y
