"The fog clears and the boat returns"
Rain and fog have covered the past ten years, and the past, like broken porcelain, cuts my fingertips in the morning light.
When cutting-edge designer Xia Jinan transformed the cracks in a cheongsam into gilded patterns on the waist chain, she never thought that the president of Party A who handed over the pen at the bidding meeting was actually the boy who paid the bill for her in the heavy rain when she was eighteen years old.
The anchor on his sleeves is branded with the summer that the girl has not sent away, and the pearls in her ears hide the confession that the young man dare not accept.
When the spotlight at the haute couture show tears apart the dusty silk fabric of the past, the protection that was mistaken for rejection and the fulfillment that was misunderstood as cowardice finally seep out the truth through the cracks embedded in the broken porcelain——
The tin box of mint candy that disappears in the rain in the convenience store locks the most violent taboos of Jiang's heirs; the rejected suit design draft under the cherry blossom tree at the graduation ceremony is dyed with Xia Jinan's sharpest tenderness.
This reunion is the third time that the fate of broken porcelain meets the restorer.
"Look, the crack is not a mistake." She put the gilt waist chain on his palm, "it's the shape of light breaking in."
Concept: Crack is not the end of love, but the proof that light finally learns how to reach it through twists and turns.