Xu Chunlin has been a pattern maker for eight years, and people in the industry call him the "pattern ghost hand". He can turn a line casually drawn by a designer into clothes that you don't want to take off when you put them on, but he can never do one thing well - talk to Gu Wantang, the senior sister he had a crush on in college.
See you again eight years later. Gu Wantang is already an independent designer who has risen from the bottom. He is covered in thorns and pricks whoever he sees. The first thing she said to Xu Chunlin was: "The person I least want to cooperate with in my life is you."
But fate has to tie the two people together. Her factory broke the contract and his studio took over; her investors withdrew their capital and he mortgaged his house to support her; her designs were plagiarized and he made all his pattern data public. He couldn't tell whether it was a professional habit or something else, just like she couldn't tell why she had a sore nose every time she tried on his altered clothes.
Someone asked Xu Chunlin: "You gave up so much for her, is it worth it?"
He said: "I didn't give up anything. I just chose a path that I wanted to take more."
Someone asked Gu Wantang: "When did you start liking him?"
She thought for a while: "Maybe it was the first time he changed my clothes. He made my design better, but he didn't change my name."
This is a story about clumsiness and pride, waiting and growth. Some people say love with their mouths, and some people use needles and threads. Every stitch, every stitch, is the truth that cannot be spoken.
