Zhixi drifted back from the north to the ancient town of Jiangnan with a wrist injury, and took over her grandmother's "Xedongfang". Combing rabbit velvet is an old skill that is on the verge of being lost. A thousand combs can make the velvet neat and tidy, but she can't sort out the scars in her heart despite all the pulling. She was pinned down in front of the combing table by her mother since she was six years old. She was not allowed to eat if she couldn't comb it a thousand times, and her fingers couldn't stop bleeding. Until Shen Yan appeared, a man who lived in an ancient town and restored ancient books taught her the "power of gentleness" with the patience of repairing ancient paintings. He accompanied her through the velvet clumping during the rainy season, the darkest moment when customers returned goods, and the career crisis when wrist injuries recurred, while she used the first finished scarf to wrap up his equally broken childhood - the son of a framer whose textbooks were smashed by his alcoholic father. The two of them are attracted to each other among the flying fluff, but they each have a distance that they can't stay in. When Shen Yan's overseas restoration project came, Zhixi finally understood: the meaning of some people is to let you learn to hold a comb alone, rather than to comb it for you for a lifetime. They are the softest comb among the thousands of times they have combed each other, but they cannot be the final comb. The velvet flowers are not withered, but each life becomes velvet.
