A grocery shop tucked deep in an old street holds secrets heavier than time itself.
Lin Ze can hear old objects whisper. A rusty copper key tells him how a mother in a blue cotton dress waited at the alley entrance for her daughter to come home fifty years ago. The wick of a Republic-era oil lamp flickers and gives away the code hidden in the lining of a young soldier's uniform. Even the shards of a shattered rouge box tell of the tenderness and resolve with which a woman in a qipao put on lipstick in front of a mirror for the last time.
This "ability," which began on a night of thunderstorms, was like a key that unexpectedly opened a Pandora's box sealed away by time. He discovers that the crescent-shaped scar on his father's toolbox matches the scar on a mysterious man's hand. The burned, warped pocket watch his mother left behind always points to the third brick in the warehouse's broken wall at midnight. And the shadows of the "Keepers of Memory" and the "Memory Hunters" intertwine in the old street. At last, Lin Ze understands that the old objects he has collected in an iron box were never cold, useless scraps.
They are forgotten vows, codes hiding the truth, and sparks of memory that someone protected with their life.
Before memory devours him, he must understand the whispers of these old objects. Behind every forbidden object lies a story of sacrifice and protection, as well as the final answer to his parents' disappearance.
When old objects start to "talk," will you dare to listen?
