She, a jade appraiser in the 21st century, always wears a white dress decorated with red plums, a plain umbrella decorated with red plums, and a brilliant magatama, this is all she has.
She lives alone in a remote suburb and runs the magatama pavilion that is much talked about by the world. She unlocks the past and present life for everyone who comes with a magatama, but the price is...
Is the magatama in her hand, which is always shining when she is alone, recording her past and present lives? When the magatama loses its color and the memory fades, will she still remember who those tears were shed for?
The red plum blossoms in plain clothes live independently, and the flowing light and beautiful jade hide in the previous life.