The year Lin Yu turned twenty-one, he moved out of his stifling home and plunged into an old rental room in Nantang Lane.
His savings were barely enough to get by. His father called every three days to urge him to go back and take the civil service exam. His part-time job at a bookstore paid little, and he was used to keeping everything bottled up, maintaining a careful distance from everyone.
There was a little flower shop at the entrance to the lane.
The shop assistant, Su Mo, seemed quiet and delicate, but she was tough to the core. She always wore a wide cloth wrist guard on her left hand and never took it off, no matter how hot it was. Whenever someone asked about it, she would just smile and pull it higher.
Two young people, both covered in scars, unexpectedly crossed paths in the lively old lane.
One was afraid to get close; the other was used to pretending.
From strangers passing each other by to an old umbrella offered on a rainy night, their little moments together gradually brought them closer. Cautiously, they tested the waters, inching toward one another.
Until one day, a flower branch caught on Su Mo's wrist guard and pulled it loose. He saw the scar beneath it.
Can two people covered in wounds embrace each other's broken pieces and become each other's cure?
