The night is already deep. The commercial street that had been noisy and bustling all day finally quieted down at midnight and entered its own dreamland. When all the neon lights gradually went out, the lights of a store became brighter and brighter. The store was squeezed into a small corner of the commercial street by various specialty stores and boutiques, a place with the fewest people and a place where almost no one passed by. But the owner of that store didn't seem worried about his business at all. There is no LED signboard and no speakers to play the trendy music that attracts customers. An antique eaves, a carved wooden door, a lantern shrouded in white gauze under the eaves, and a wooden plaque with two powerful official scripts written on it, that's all. There are two words written on that wooden plaque: Ye Xuan. This is the name of this store. A female shopkeeper with silver hair and blue clothes, and a group of mysterious customers who come with stories. What kind of story will happen between them? "Welcome to Yexuan."