The general loves long hair.
Even in her forties, the general's wife still has hair that cascades like a waterfall.
And I am the general's household's incense maker.
Today, I caught a familiar scent in the general's wife's hair.
It was the hair perfume I'd specially blended for my elder sister.
My sister said a month ago that she would come visit, but I still haven't heard a word from her.
