Sharing Time at 28 Degrees

Zhou Ye, a down-and-out architect, lives in the old city after his business failed, and accidentally rents his loft to the mysterious perfumer Li Man. This 28-year-old woman, who always wears a long white linen dress and carries a thermometer and a spice box with her, insists on the bizarre requirement of a constant indoor temperature of 28 degrees Celsius, so that the small shared space is filled with a mist of rosemary and sea salt all day long. When Zhou Ye discovered that Li Man was playing old records from the 1930s on the gramophone on the window sill every night, and disappeared in the morning mist at five o'clock in the morning; when he caught a glimpse of the yellowing aviation logs and faded photos of pilots on the wall in her locked studio; when a circuit failure caused the room temperature to drop sharply, she suddenly suffered from hypothermia and the hideous burn scars on her wrists - this symbiotic relationship maintained by temperature began to leak out secrets more complex than spices. Two souls burned by life, in a barrier with a constant temperature of 28°C, one is trying to seal the past with spices, and the other is struggling to reconstruct the future with blueprints. And when the typhoon season hits with out-of-control heavy rains, those memories and emotions that have been deliberately refrigerated will eventually ferment into a chemical reaction of two-way redemption in the humid summer nights.