A seemingly ordinary pharmacy.
A stunningly beautiful shopkeeper.
A series of supernatural stories hidden in the dark.
The illusion under the moon, the lake of regrets, the agarwood jade pillow, the weeping pear blossoms. . .
Is it because of evil spirits or because people's hearts are not ancient?
What is the identity of this young shopkeeper named Zichen?
For whom will the seemingly cold face show its unknown tenderness in the dead of night?