Deng Cheng, whose parents are as confusing as a mist, left his former residence due to a family accident. Nine years later, I met an old friend at an incense making conference. One of the eldest daughters of the sect at the incense-making conference hated him so much that she picked out needles and thorns everywhere, killing him. But Yan Cheng didn't know that there were people who were infatuated with him, and he didn't know that there were people who hated him deeply.