Wen Changling admitted it was indeed the case, "And you, what sort of impression did you have of me?" Before Xie Shang could answer, she threatened a bit cruelly, "If you say you have no impression, I will bite you."
He had an impression.
Xie Shang still remembered when he was lighting incense for the guests at the Gu Family's home, she watched from upstairs for a long time but he didn't know what she was looking at.
At that time, he didn't understand her, but strangely thought of a type of incense, suitable for her, very much like her. The fragrance was faint, yet it lingered for a long time, hard to remove, and just before it dissipated, that was when the scent was at its strongest. It had a name with a not-so-positive meaning—jiu mu, the jiu mu that implied imminent decay and death.
Xie Shang didn't say this part.