In the corner of Yunxi Old Street, Wen Shuran's last stubbornness is hidden. The embroidery workshop left by his grandfather was on the verge of closing down, and the century-old embroidery frame was broken and needed to be repaired. This taciturn successor of Su embroidery came to an unfamiliar old street with a box of embroidery thread.
Shen Zhiheng, an ancient book restorer next door, is the most "weird" customer she has ever seen - he wants to mend ancient books with embroidery thread. She would quietly slow down her breathing when watching her embroidery, and she would even hand out tea with careful tenderness.
"Your embroidery is missing a bit of fireworks." He handed over a sketch of a breakfast stall in the morning mist on the old street.
