"You said love is quenched agarwood, but I smell ashes."
Jiang Ji, a rising star in Shanghai, has a taboo:
Don't touch domestic spices, don't touch Suzhou women, don't smell jasmine
Until that morning——
The young apprentice of Su's Xiangfang broke his three rings
White magnolia mixed with jasmine fragrance in hair
It actually overlapped with the broken cheongsam photo enshrined in his secret room.
Everyone says Mr. Jiang is ruthless:
Acquisition of century-old Xiangfang, the inheritor of refrigerated intangible cultural heritage
Throw the engagement letter from a family of traditional Chinese medicine into the incense burner
But I don't know the top floor office late at night:
He held the yellowed "Tian Xiang Pu" and injected the failed fragrance recipe prepared by the girl into his veins.
Early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease
The hallucination is all about the ringing of the silver bell on her wrist
Lin Shuying always remembers:
The day Jiang Ji cut open her family pocket watch
Mother's last words fell out from between the gilt gears:
"Don't fall in love with a man wearing a moire badge"
Later the Milan Design Show was brightly lit
He was holding an empty perfume bottle and kneeling in front of the Binti Lotus device.
Watch the melting ice sculpture reveal wedding photos from thirty years ago
Two cloud-patterned badges floated in the broken ice.
One is embedded with the word "" and the other is engraved with the word "".
Purpose: To protect the fire of civilization in the torrent of capital, and to salvage the instinct of love from the ruins of memory