A flower shop named Xunchu is located at the corner of a certain street. Xunchu's boss lady is the current Wuchang. In Xunchu, she weaves bracelets one after another that lock the worldly affairs. The plants breathe quietly under the moistening sunshine, and listen to each guest's story with her. Her memory was washed away by Pluto, but she did not forget that the man in black clothes and black hair once stood in the dim light of morning, waving to her and smiling. This is a story about impermanence - about warmth and cold, about growth, about love.