Snow on the Edge of the Inkstone

Su Wan, an ancient books restorer, was once deeply involved in an unequal relationship with Lu Chengze - as the heir to the Lu Group, the latter regarded her beloved restoration work as "not a real job" and acquiesced in her cousin's interference, piling up materials "for her own good", but he never really understood her obsession with the fragrance of ancient books. When the two-year relationship dissipated like water from a pottery basin, Su Wan resolutely left Xiangcheng and rushed to Kyoto to pursue the pure career ideal and life in her heart. When Su Wan arrived in Kyoto for the first time, she encountered difficulties in renting an apartment. She met Lin Shutong, an enthusiastic local girl, and was invited to live in the Lin family courtyard. Here, she met Shutong's brother Lin Yanshen, a researcher of ancient books. He is cold and talkative, but he can accurately understand her care about the texture of paper when repairing "Yuan Ye", and resonate with her when talking about "Creation Method". He will also bring her desserts after working overtime, and hand her a moisture-proof brocade box when she is sorting out the remaining volumes of "Yongle Dian". Old love Lu Chengze pursued her to Kyoto with the Song Dynasty's "Selected Works" and promised to build a private studio to get back together, but Su Wan soberly refused - she never wanted material things, but the understanding of soul compatibility. The fragrance of locust flowers in the courtyard, the hot pot in winter, and snow sweeping on snowy nights, accompanied by the daily restoration of ancient books, the relationship between Su Wan and Lin Yanshen gradually grew in the fragrance of ink and fireworks. On a night when the snow fell on the edge of the inkstone, Lin Yanshen confessed his love with the inscription "Snow on the edge of the inkstone", and Su Wan also confessed his feelings. Among the blue bricks and black tiles of Kyoto, the two not only harvested a long-lasting love, but also protected this beauty soaked in the warmth of time with their common cultural love, and performed a story that is as warm and moving as the ink marks on old paper.