Prologue
When night falls in this city that has been noisy throughout the day, a faint crimson light shines on the door of a store located at the end of the noisy urban area. It is an antique wooden door with exquisite carvings. The chandelier with a black base on the door quietly leans against the door face, and the red light illuminates the smoky and dewy font on the door face - Touch Muju.
This is a simple teahouse with mellow-smelling black tea, sweet and exquisite desserts, and a proprietress who can make you forget your past.
There are not many but a lot of guests here. Some people are just a little tired of the intrigues and just want a taste of tranquility in the hustle and bustle. Some people hope to let go of the past attachments and ask for a chance to pass by in the future...
This is Touch Muju, a piece of pure land in the bustling city, and a rift that cuts off the past and future...