At five in the afternoon, the light in Shi Yi Zhai, an antiques shop on Binhai City's Antique Street, had already turned somewhat dim and yellow.
The air was filled with a complex, distinctive scent: the quiet fragrance of aged wood, the dry feel of fine dust floating in the air, and the faintly pungent, turpentine-like smell of the special restoration glue beside Lin Mo. Blended together, these scents made up everything he could perceive of the world.
