As an old saying goes: People have three hun and seven po souls. When they inhabit the body, a person lives; when they leave it, a person dies.
Across the three thousand realms of the world, there are always people whose souls have left their bodies, yet whose obsessions remain. Unable to enter reincarnation or pass on, they have no place in heaven, the human world, or the underworld, and can only linger on, disrupting the natural order.
Yan Wei, a big shot at the Reincarnation Bureau, is tasked with setting things right and fulfilling these departed souls' final wishes.
Long afterward, when people recall the years that once raced past like windblown sand, they can always make out a certain figure among them.
A fleeting brush of the fingertips, and the most soul-stirring fragrance unfurls.
Perfume-making is a skill the protagonist is born with.
He does not take over other people's bodies.
He does not restart lives that have already ended.
He does not return to the past with the dead's memories to change established history.
The protagonist transmigrates into his own body, transmigrates into his own body, transmigrates into his own body (repeating this three times because it's important).
Theme: Don't dwell on the past, and don't fear the future
