[Trauma redemption + perfume love + two-way pull]
At the seventeenth-year-old school sports day, the scent of citrus incense sticks to the soulful feeling, and one glance of obsession spans morning and evening.
She carries the curse of PTSD, and he is an illegitimate child struggling to survive;
He ran away to protect her, but she said that falling in love meant hurting each other;
He said, "I will spend my whole life teaching you love," but she said, "We are born to miss it."
For more than twenty years, I have bet on myself and suffered infamy.
Can this two-way redemption using perfume as a matchmaker break through the shackles of the original family?
