Her name is Ruji, the name given to her by her mother.
My mother said that life is fleeting and there is no solid foundation for life. Life is like a post, and I hope you will be sent between heaven and earth like a traveler, and live an open-minded and free life in a limited life.
Her father gave her a nickname: Chichi, hoping that she would grow up slowly and not be in a hurry to become sensible.
When he was seven years old, his parents died in a chase. She hid in a haystack and survived, but forgot everything about that night. Later, she went to live with her grandmother alone. She was ill for several years, which made her quiet and cold.
For eight years, she lived alone in a side courtyard, surrounded by spices.
The incense she mixed gradually became famous. The ladies in the capital said that the smell of the incense made by the boss Chi Ji always reminded people of their childhood.
But she could never get over the fragrance that her mother used to smoke clothes for her and her father when she was young.
Later, a man who fell in love with her cousin found her.
He said there was something fishy about her parents' deaths and was willing to help her find out the cause of their deaths.
The condition is - marry him.
She thought about it and agreed.
It's as late as sending it, it's as late as sending it.
Some truths, ten years late, are finally coming.
Intention: Life is like a post. I hope you can be sent between heaven and earth like a traveler, and live an open-minded and free life in a limited life.