By touching an old object, you can see all its memories.
A broken comb hides the life-long waiting and treasures of a woman in the Republic of China.
An old cotton-padded jacket reflects the true perpetrator of an unjust case fifteen years ago.
A bronze mirror seals the thousand-year heritage of restorers from past generations.
Experts scolded me for being mysterious, and rich men scolded me for repairing rags.
I casually read out the shocking secret, and they were all dumbfounded.
Later, the country asked me to pursue national treasures, and international auction houses asked me to appraise them.
And I just want to guard the shop and tell the stories of old objects to the people who deserve to hear them.
Everything has a sound, but I can hear it.
