During the raging war, he lived in seclusion in the mountains, collecting medicine to save people.
Wearing a green cloth shirt and a basket of fragrant herbs, I thought I would have nothing to do with the world.
Until he picked up a general covered in blood by the mountain stream.
They get along day and night, secretly developing feelings for each other, but are suspected and misunderstood.
He turned around and left, continuing to walk through the troubled times, saving lives and healing the wounded, while that general traveled through the flames of war just to find him.
Chasing his wife at the crematorium, when the broken mirror is reunited.
It turns out that the bitterest medicine in the world is not coptis but missing you; the sweetest recipe is not candied fruit but angelica root.
Angelica in troubled times, angelica with deep affection, angelica for finding him, angelica for reunion after breaking the mirror
