She loves money more than life itself, because the bill for her younger brother’s treatment is always one last payment short.
She treasures her life, yet in the obsessions tied to people, tools, objects, and spirits, she keeps finding thoughts weightier than life and death.
Her boss, Lin Yan, is always by her side as she slowly learns that old objects hold more than their value. The loom doesn’t weave cloth, but a bond spanning generations; the bronze lock doesn’t lock a door, but preserves the warmth of blood still running hot.
At last, Jiang Wan understands: what she has been saving isn’t points, but the means to let every lingering obsession find peace. And the memories of the spirits they have unraveled together are quietly writing, in the blank spaces of her ledger, a warmer kind of footnote than money could ever buy.
Note: The early part focuses more on people’s obsessions. Later, the focus shifts to tools and objects.
