Everyone in this city is busy making ends meet, indifferent to strange celestial phenomena and unsolved mysteries. Lin Chuan is the most ordinary of them all, working as a clerical assistant and struggling under the weight of rent and everyday hassles.
His one unusual trait is his keen eye for detail. He can spot at a glance the scratches, faded words, and out-of-place shadows in photographs that everyone else overlooks.
One night, while working late, he witnesses a car crash that is ruled an accident. But in a photograph from the scene, he sees a name, long since erased from existence, written in the victim's palm.
From then on, his life veers completely off course: someone follows him, a quiet female coworker suddenly shows an interest in him, and an old classmate he has not seen in years turns up at his door, injured.
Only then does he discover the circle of "Micro-Masters" lurking in the cracks of the city. Some use old bookmarks to change their luck, some alter records to erase a person's existence, and some write names with a pen to determine success or failure. They believe that the course of the world is built from countless tiny details.
Lin Chuan is drawn into a scheme laid years ago. He thinks he is merely an onlooker, but gradually realizes that ever since some forgotten moment, he has been a key piece on the board.
This is the story of an ordinary person pushed forward by fate, wrapped in fractured friendships, belated confessions, and apologies left unsaid. It also holds lives utterly rewritten by countless seemingly insignificant choices.
A glimpse of the details can reveal the whole, but by the time you see it clearly, there is no turning back.
The chapters are short, but the story is wonderful and heartwarming; it's worth reading.