There is a rule in the skin-changing village: when a woman gets married, she needs to change her skin.
The new leather is embroidered with names, and the old leather is sewn into the lantern. The replaced people do not die, they become "molds", living between skin and flesh.
Lin Zhiqiu is the last cobbler in the village. She sews up the skin of the dead and doesn't care about the living. She just wants to save enough money to leave.
Until she found a layer of skin under Xiugu's body - with her name embroidered on it.
Only then did she know that she was on the list for this year's reskin.
What's even more frightening is that she discovered that her grandmother did not die of illness. Grandma was the last person to try to break the rules twenty years ago. She has a gold needle, "The fourth needle sews not skin, but rules." But grandma couldn't do it because she couldn't bear it.
What can Zhiqiu be reluctant to part with? She doesn't know.
She only knew that when the village chief stood at her door holding a red lantern and said, "It's time to change the skin," she was holding the golden needle in her hand and her hands were shaking.
