An aristocratic son with a natural talent for fragrance, psychological distortion, strong pursuit of taste, and despair for the endless pursuit of fragrance and the state of his mind.
A young civilian who embraces great talent and uprightness, is full of passion and is forced to resist by the suffering of the people.
A turbulent and chaotic society, a city where romance and terror coexist.
As Zhang Ailing said, "For a love, a city is overturned."
Well, the story backgrounds are all fictional. I have learned some subtle tricks from the movies and classics I have watched, like the young people who studied Western drama during the May Fourth Movement (it is really shameless to compare them to myself) to enrich the plot of my poor story.
But in the end, the main thing is that I look like myself. I hope readers will forgive me and don't take it too seriously.
The novel is just a self-justifying personal fantasy. The writer enjoys it, the reader please feel free to do so.