"In my dream, there is the strongest lipstick in Shanghai, and the most real you."
28 Years old, freelance illustrator, socially anxious, living alone on the 23rd floor. Lin Weixi's only secret is that she can accurately travel to Shanghai in 1935 through dreams.
There, she is Su Jianwei. The family is in decline and is heavily in debt, guarding the ancestral rouge shop "Qiyun Pavilion" and other miracles.
When a modern autistic patient meets a down-and-out businesswoman from the Republic of China. One possesses the aesthetics and scheming of the next hundred years, and the other possesses the craftsmanship and pride tempered by a noble family.
"I'll help you open the shop to Nanjing Road and to the whole world."
"Then let me help you leave a name that no one can erase in this world."
They mixed up "Breaking Dawn" powder and "Liaoyuan" lipstick, went from tea parties at Li's Mansion to international hotel dances, and got orders from foreign companies from Chinese tabloids. Zhou Mobai's shareholding is both a ladder and a weakness, and the applause of Shili Yangchang is both honey and arsenic.
When the war is about to ignite, when dreams begin to erode reality. They must choose: should they seize the only warmth in troubled times, or return to their respective cold and real eras?
Reader comments
It looks very heavy, but seems to be a little brighter
It looks very heavy, but seems to be a little brighter