On an ancient banyan tree, there is a pretty figure of a girl, she whispers softly about the trajectory of the sky.
In the interplay of light and shadow, her white and slender fingers held a transparent glass bottle, glowing with sparkling luster.
The afternoon sunlight was as colored as honey, slowly flowing into her body.
The years are quiet and peaceful, and time is frozen.
Volume 1
Those perfumes that have been sleeping for hundreds of years will be revived tonight.
The legend is about to unfold.
Volume 2