He seems dim-witted, yet can identify a murderer by judging how a bowl of hu bing was cooked. He always carries pastries, yet is unusually sensitive to every hint of jasmine. He applies for a job as a constable at the Dali Temple, yet knows all about an old case from twenty years ago.
When a strange smile appears on the face of a woman found dead atop the city wall, and mysterious soul-summoning incense spreads through the capital, a mystery involving spirits, memories, and family ties quietly unfolds beneath the moonlight.
And deep inside an ancient well, a truth that could overturn everything everyone believes is waiting to be revealed.
