I am the best perfumer in the Nine-Xuan Heaven. The incense I mix can soothe the mind, forget feelings, and call back the soul. I'm used to seeing countless crazy men and resentful women come to my place and try their best to get the fragrance of love, so I feel that the word "love" is really a poisonous fragrance. Fortunately, I am ugly and no one comes to provoke me. But why does the aloof Prince Chang Yu always look at me with a sad face? Have I done anything to feel sorry for him? I don't understand, and I'm afraid, but I can't escape what's coming. How can I escape his love this time?
Intention: Love is to cherish the present moment. Don't worry about the past.