He has never repaired things. He repairs lifespans.
Shen Yan, a relic restorer, can see the “lifespan” of all things. A Song dynasty porcelain bowl shattered into eight pieces, an old pocket watch broken in two, a national treasure painting on its deathbed: with a touch of his fingers, the dead can live again. But every time he extends a life, he incurs a debt. His creditor is a half-shattered porcelain Buddha who enters his dreams and asks him again and again: How will you repay what you owe?
Then a golden beast is unearthed in an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, the owner of a seaside mansion hands him a bloodstained invitation, and his master, missing for six years, leaves behind two words: Don’t touch it.
He extends the lives of inanimate things, restores the years of the living, and settles debts accumulated over lifetimes. His hands are stained with too many consequences, yet he still wants to protect all of Qingzhou.
A word to the wise before you begin: no credit is given on this account.
