Shen Linlang is a porcelain maker. Walking around the streets, mending bowls and pots, for three cents each.
He has rough hands and is mute. He lives in a leaky shabby house in the south of the city. His biggest wish is to cut off two taels of pig head meat at the end of the month.
Until that day when she was repairing a celadon bowl for Mrs. Hu, a silver thread painting suddenly appeared under the diamond - there was a mountain hidden in the crack at the bottom of the bowl. There was a door on the mountain, and behind the door was a piece of flowing white.
She reached out and touched it.
The entire Luo City shattered into countless silver threads before her eyes, each silver thread connected to something further away. The mountain is connected to the city, the city is connected to the sky, and the sky is connected to another sky that she has never seen before. Layers upon layers, like countless mirrors put together - and every bowl she repaired for three years, every road she walked, and every gossip she heard were all just the most inconspicuous speck of dust on that huge mirror.
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