I don't know which ancestor eulogized it and boldly borrowed it for use - "When I am sad at night, I burn out the candle and lie in the orchid room." I don't know what dynasty the candle originated from or who it originated from. I only know that it is rarely used now. Of course, craft wax and fragrance wax have to be removed here. Ancient and modern times are different. The ancients used the curling smoke to create artistic conception, and the two of them laughed and cut the candles. If this were done now, I am afraid that they would have to put out the candles without waiting for them to be cut. (Laughs) So, this is a short story in which plot and emotion go hand in hand. Of course, the candles serve as a mood adjustment and a hidden thread. Main cp: Young master who studied abroad x weak official of abstinence type (bl) Sub-cp: Old profiteer who belongs to the fox genus x silly and sweet little scholar (bl) Little talent and little learning, hope for the world?