Lin Wan, a cultural relic restorer, and Shen Yuzhou, a commercial real estate consultant, met because of a century-old port warehouse that was in urgent need of renovation. She came to protect the memory of the city, and he came for capital efficiency.
Lin Wan holds an unsent love letter from 1962 and firmly believes that there are stories hidden in the building that must be preserved; Shen Yuzhou holds the "clear and demolish within three months" military order issued by the group and firmly believes that feelings cannot be eaten.
He thought she was just a stubborn idealist, but he didn't know that she was the granddaughter of the architect who wrote the love letter; she thought he was a cold-blooded capital machine, but she didn't know that the deep scar on the palm of his right hand came from an injury he suffered while protecting an old house ten years ago.
"Ms. Lin, your feelings can't save this dangerous building." He pushed the assessment report in front of her, his eyes like daggers.
"Mr. Shen, you did not calculate the value of memory in your report." She unfolded the yellowed love letter with mottled handwriting. "For example, the author of this letter may be your grandfather."
A war about memory and efficiency, protection and reconstruction, started between two proud souls. Under the creaking wooden floor of the old warehouse and among the mottled and faded terrazzo, there is not only an unsent love letter hidden, but also a misunderstanding that has lasted for sixty years and an unfulfilled agreement with two generations.
