Intangible cultural heritage serves as a matchmaker, sweet to the bone, and a century of entanglement turns into a golden love affair.
The first encounter between antique restorer Xie Zhenxi and cheongsam designer Jiang Jinyue began with a ridiculous lawsuit involving "stealing fruit over a wall". She smiled and threw the loquat and joked: "Mr. Xie's fruit is more bitter than coptis!" He held up the ancestral tea cup that was broken into ice patterns with a cold face: "Miss Jiang's debt will have to be paid off with a hundred-year engagement."
When the Su embroidery stitches become entangled with the broken pattern of the guqin, the tapestry machine weaving is lost to the Yuehua Brocade. The two are forced to work together to uncover the blood-written engagement contract on the interlayer of the screen and the silk secrets in the fragments of ancient books. Xie Zhenxi's golden sword repaired the cracks of porcelain, but Jiang Jinyue's dyed vegetation covered her heartbeat - until the silken silver hairpin engraved with the word "moon" fell into her palm from the locked Duobao Pavilion of Xie's family...
"A thousand sutras before the Buddha are not as good as your smile."
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River temper the gold foil, the grudges are like broken porcelain, and the affection is like embroidered cotton. In this domestication game in the name of intangible cultural heritage, who fell into the mortal world first?
