Ling Yi, 28 years old, is an ancient book restorer at the National Library. She resigned because she did not want to participate in office politics and became a freelancer. She thought her life would be as calm and controllable as the ancient books she restored—taking orders, repairing books, and collecting money, without having to explain anything to anyone.
Until the first private commission brought her back to the Zhou family's old house in the ancient town of Jiangnan.
Zhou Yanbai, the senior in college who asked her to write three love letters without daring to send them, was now standing in front of the carved wooden window, wearing a dark gray cashmere sweater, and he called her name as casually as if he had just seen her yesterday. His grandfather is seriously ill, and his uncle wants to demolish the ancestral library for development. All he has left is a set of insect-eaten and water-damaged Ming Dynasty editions, and a group of eyeing creditors.
Lingyi just wants to repair the book, take the money and leave. But when she discovered that there was a letter hidden in the interlayer of the set of ancient books that changed the fate of the library, she had to face a choice: either be a restorer and pretend not to have seen anything; or help him once and involve herself in a family war that does not belong to her.
She chose the latter. Not because of justice, not because of soft-heartedness, but because when she dug out the three old letters from ten years ago under the bed, she suddenly realized - there are some people you have been hiding from for half your life, but you have never moved away.
