In that life, she closed her eyes with a smile, never imagining that there would be no next life.
The heart-shaped incense burned away, but the incense coils could not hold back the passage of thousands of years. The sandalwood released a faint fragrance.
Would he give her the answer she had sought for so long...?
All she really wanted to ask him was: If sandalwood itself is fragrant, why does sandalwood incense have no scent of its own?
The sandalwood incense burned through a hundred lifetimes and a thousand years, and burned away the hazy veil between them. Only at the very end did she understand that she had never wanted an answer.
The worldview is truly detailed.