Indigo dyed cloth, knotted pattern. She thought it was the pattern that was locked, but in fact, it was the unspoken love she had when she was young. Returning to the ancient town ten years later, the moment Lu Yan put his palm on the back of her hand and taught her how to tie knots, she realized that some things had faded into another color after being soaked in the dye vat for too long. But some thoughts, soaked in indigo for ten thousand days, only become darker and darker.
