Su Weilan, the heir of the century-old funeral family "Tingyuzhai", believed that in this life, he would spend his life carrying the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, sandalwood and white chrysanthemums to comfort his deceased friends. Until one rainy night, the man standing at the top of the pyramid - Shen Jue, with a cold air and power, opened the door of her Tingyu Zhai. He is indifferent and dignified, and treats the death of his relatives as a business negotiation. She was calm and indifferent, and could see through his overwhelming grief that was deliberately frozen. A commission that was supposed to be settled has become the beginning of endless entanglement. The most unattainable man in the city began to frequent this "unlucky" restaurant for the worst reasons. "Miss Su, the sycamore tree in front of my company is dying. Can we hold a memorial service?" "Miss Su, I dreamed of my ancestors and I need to customize a ritual." Su Weilan: "Mr. Shen, we only pass the afterlife here." The man pushed her into the corner, his eyes deep and hot: "Then pass me. The day I met you, the past me was already dead."
