"What scent is on your sleeve?"
"Chunxin in the snow. My mother left it to me."
"Leave it to you?"
"Leave it to you."
She thought her mother left her with her last thoughts. Later I found out that the incense was for her enemy. The person she had hated for twelve years was the child her mother had taken out of the fire. She had been investigating the murder case for twelve years, and finally found it on herself. Later, she slashed him and said, "This knife will repay you for my father." He didn't hide and said, "There are still thirty-six more bites, please paddle slowly." Later, he faked his death, and she was mixing incense alone in the palace. The incense contained soul-breaking grass. Later, he walked out of the fire in black armor and said, "I'll take you home." She said I have no home. He said where I am is your home.
This is a story about lighting a lamp in the ashes. Between the two fires, two people, a piece of jade, and an unspoken word.
