Ten lived on walls that engraved his head of their unique designs. He got used to the heat and tight spaces of his storage room that nothing else can beat him to forget about it. Therapeutic as it was to him, he became friends with a nobody but the greenhouse. After all, having instant chronology of the past gives him vibes of trauma. The greenhouse was an aid to him, to forget and to remember. But when Sicheng discovers him. He knew he wanted something out of him. Not even knowing that he was the reason that Ten lived on those walls.