Yan Qi wanted to find a scent that would make him feel at ease. It was not the tuberose that filled his entire childhood, nor the mountain mist that enveloped him in dank corners, nor the beeswax that swayed him in a trance. He tried various combinations, but he smelled the answer in his dream. It turned out to be the eternity lingering in the small space around that person.
Seventeen-year-old Ji Yu'an studied in his favorite major as expected, had a harmonious family and a bright future, and everything was perfect. But when he met Yan Qi, his orderly world was completely overturned, but he resolutely left without leaving a word.
If he doesn't want to bother, let him come back on his own.
Meeting is not the beginning, leaving is not the end, but waiting is to make every day and night of missing you no longer a regret.
My dear, you can't live without me.
I'm lying to you, it's me setting a trap for you.
Perfumer
Intention: I have already reconciled with the world when I met you.