Everyone in Shanghai knows that Gu Waanyin, the owner of Yunshang Pavilion, does two things: one does not accept materials from unknown sources, and the other does not accept clothes from dead people.
Until Marshal Fu kicked open her shop door and threw an old blood-soaked military uniform on her desk.
"Gu Waanyin," his razor-sharp gaze swept across her pale face, "Either you accept this dress, or I'll seal your shop for collaborating with the enemy."
Since then, those clothes that carry the ultimate love, hate, sorrow and joy have found her one by one: out-of-print costumes that can sing and cry in the middle of the night, gorgeous cheongsam that can "possess" famous actors, red silk bellybands that float with the river and contain baby's finger bones...
She uses needles as pens and threads as words, listening to the unspoken stories of each piece of clothing and translating the lingering obsessions in them.
And the cold and hard-headed young commander who did not believe in ghosts and gods became her sharpest knife and strongest backing.
Until a broken dragon robe embroidered with royal secret patterns burned her shop to the ground, and brought a shocking secret to her -
What she wants to wear is never just pieces of clothing. But when the mountains and rivers are broken, the souls of millions of people cannot rest in peace.
