Thirty-seven days after falling out of love, Su Qiyue escaped from the scarred city and returned to the ancient town of Qingxi where she grew up. Here is my grandmother's Jingwan Teahouse, century-old tea trees, and time that flows so slowly. With the pain of gastric ulcer and the broken relationship of ten years, she made tea, dried tea, sorted out old things in the ancient town, and gradually healed the scars in her heart. Her grandmother's wisdom on life, the dusty love letters in the attic, and the tenacity of the old tea tree allowed her to slowly find herself again. Zhou Yan, the calm and gentle tea artist next door, uses tea as a matchmaker, silently accompanying her, teaching her how to make tea, and also teaching her to reconcile with the past.
