Tea Smoke Weaving Holy Name

In Suzhou during the rainy season, the tea smoke is cold and the pulse is chaotic. Su Qi is the last "Pulse Girl" in this old house, and her fingertips can touch the deepest tremors in people's hearts. However, when the mania of the wealthy businessman, the silence of his sister, and her dwindling "mogul's official" failed, the "qi" she believed in could no longer mend the cracks in her destiny. Until the man named Yaer walked in. He didn't talk about the meridians, he only asked about the holy name; he didn't apply golden needles, he only made bitter tea. In the white mist of the boiling tea soup, and in the cracks of the ice-patterned bowl of the Song Dynasty, Su Qi heard the sound of thunder - it was not the thunder of rainy days, but the echo of the phrase "let there be light" at the beginning of the creation of the world. This is a story about brokenness, silence and awakening. When the tea smoke clears and there is silence in the cauldron, how should one face the true master who is both angry and deeply loved?