Agarwood has burned for thousands of years, capturing people's hearts and souls, but in the end it was just wishful thinking.
"Young Master, is it the wind that's moving or your heart?"
"Maybe it's because of my heartbeat!" He replied looking at Mu Chen who was laughing beside him.
Mu Chen also asked the young monk the same question.
The monk is always serious, so boring!
Me
I don't know what futility is and what wishful thinking is.
It's just an ethereal touch of agarwood.
What do you want?