"Mr. Jiang, the branch pattern on the lining of your suit has cut my moonlight."
Florist Su Jingyan crashed Jiang Yubai's car full of secrets in a heavy rain, and her bloody fingertips touched the century-old curse under his clothes. He is a restorer of ancient buildings, and the silver powder on his sleeves hides the recipe for annihilation; she is a flower arranger in a teahouse, and her father's burned last words are sealed in her tear mole.
The fragments of the Jiyun kiln glowed with will-o'-the-wisps in the dark, bloody marriage certificates poured out of the underground palace of the Jiang family's old residence, and the epiphyllum patterns pierced by silver needles wept under the moon. The fire 20 years ago burned not only the Su family's old residence, but also the living sacrifice contract shared by the ancestors of the two families.
"Don't touch that suit." He pressed her against the carved door leaf, his breath burning red, "Every thread is quenched with the sins of the Jiang family."
Instead, she bit her fingertips and traced the pendant on his collarbone: "But the direction of the mechanism of this jade buckle is connected with the surname that my mother did not call out when she was in labor."
[Intangible inheritance + suspense decryption + taboo double power]
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Purpose: Inherit excellent traditional culture