Every scent she mixes is the key to unlocking the memory cage.
The amber bracelet is hot in the dark night, and the forget-me-not in the ninth bead exudes blue fluorescence.
As a top perfumer, Su Wanyi never expected that an ordinary hotel fragrance order from the Lu Group would awaken a corpse that had been dusted for twenty years in the fragrance.
In the old warehouse on a rainy night, the blood-stained gray-blue scarf showed the Lu family totem;
In the secret room of the wealthy banquet, the agarwood bracelet in the yellowed photo fit perfectly with her amber chain.
When the refreshing cedar scent from Lu Linchuan's body penetrated into his nose, his memory was like ink stains smeared layer by layer upon contact with water——
The boy who held her hand during the high fever at the age of twelve also had the same ambergris burnt on the side of his neck.
"Do you smell the truth?" The man raised the burning recipe page above her head.
Ashes fell on the crescent scar of the collarbone, causing the same scorch marks as those at the fire scene.
In the fire scene of Lu's Hotel twenty years ago,
Not only were 26 lives lost,
There was also the daughter of the Gu family who should have perished in the fire.
And now, Su Wanyi's old-fashioned thermometer at the bottom of the perfume box,
Stopping at June 23, 1998, the last moment before the disaster.
Concept: Memory and truth are like fragrance, they seem to disappear but remain forever. Only by facing the past can we unlock the shackles of fate.