In order to raise tens of millions of dollars in surgery fees for my grandpa, I made a deal with Fu Yeshen, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless billionaire boss.
He suffers from an incurable disease and suffers night after night, and I, a perfumer who inherits ancient incense, is his only human form sleeping pill.
With a contract, I became his exclusive "antidote", accompanying him day and night.
I thought this was just a deal where each got what he wanted, but I didn't expect him to press forward step by step, cut off all the peach blossoms around me, pull me into his arms, and say in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan, I want your fragrance and your people."
I thought he loved me, until that day, he locked me in front of the secret room where the thousand-year-old Qinan was hidden, with an expression of unprecedented madness and despair: "This fragrance can prolong my life, but it can also kill you! I will never allow you to touch it!"
It turns out that I am not only his medicine, but also a sacrifice to extend his life.
