Turpentine and Gasoline Smell

Shen Ye never thought that his precious racing car would crash into the window of the antique restoration studio, adding a "huge" debt to his life. He never thought that the restorer Wen Yan, who was hit by him so hard that his fingertips were stained with sawdust and whose eyes were as cold as ice behind his lenses, would become a "creditor" that he couldn't get rid of in the days to come. One is a street racer who smells of gasoline and is accustomed to venting his emotions with the roar of his engine. The other is a cultural relic restorer who is soaked in turpentine and even breathes with the calm atmosphere of old objects. People who were supposed to be two parallel lines were forced to bond because of this accident - Shen Ye used odd jobs to pay off his debts, but was always stunned when Wen Yan concentrated on repairing the cracks; Wen Yan disliked the fireworks he brought, but would silently hand him a cup of hot tea when he was dealing with car troubles late at night. When the flame tattoo on Shen Ye's arm reflects the warm light of the studio, and when Wen Yan's fingers wiping antiques touch his calloused palm, two seemingly opposing souls begin to resonate. They found that each other was like old objects that needed to be repaired: one used unruliness to cover up his loneliness, and the other used silence to wrap up his scars. And this intersection that started with a collision may be the gentlest "repair" arranged by fate.