The pine smoke has been condensed in the ink for thousands of years, and the young man's thoughts are buried in the ink and he dare not speak out.
Su Lihua, the seventh generation descendant of Huizhou Ink Shop, inherited the ancestral business and became an ancient handmade pine smoke ink maker. If the refining smoke is overheated, it will burn, and if the fire is insufficient, it will float. She has been trying to figure out the right temperature all her life, but she never found the opportunity to speak to the fallen hero who met in the ink kiln when she was young. When they met again twelve years later, he was already an official of the imperial court, and she was an inksmith guarding an old kiln. The family background is like a moat in the sky, old feelings are like spider threads, every time the kiln fire goes on and off is a missed reflection, every crack in the ink is a thought that cannot be expressed. When the imperial ink was completed and the old friend left, she finally understood: the best ink is to condense regrets into it, which will not fade for thousands of years and will have residual warmth for eternity.
Forty chapters describe the life and thoughts of an ink maker.
