In an unknown town, there is a seemingly ordinary flower shop with only one word in its name: Wait. The shop owner is a young, peerless woman with eyes as deep as a dry well. No one knew her name, no one knew her origins, she was alone, with no relatives, no friends, no lover, and no children. She has two kinds of customers, those who come to buy flowers openly and those who come secretly to trade. In the hidden inner room of the flower shop, red candles flickered, creating an antique atmosphere. She lit a stick of incense for the secret guest and called it Hongchen; she brewed a pot of tea for the secret guest and called it ruthless love. She would listen to their stories and give them what they desired. She overlooks all living beings and is high above them; she goes against the grain of the Three Realms and goes her own way. From the time she appeared in this small town, she has only one name.
People call her a witch.