A Slacker's Escape

Chapter 87

Mist-Moon Osmanthus centered on the faint, elusive fragrance of osmanthus blossoms just beginning to bloom in early autumn. As time passed and the scent deepened, the rich osmanthus notes grew more profound, complemented by cardamom and lily of the valley to make the fragrance fresher and more intoxicating.

There were far too many osmanthus-scented perfumes on the market. Either the osmanthus was too faint, the synthetic fragrance was too heavy, or the price was high while the scent was not pure enough. Shangming had truly found another path and carved out a way through the competition.

This advertisement did not hire any other actors. Li Wenchuan was the sole lead.

Within the constructed ten-mile corridor, mist gradually drifted in. Gauze curtains fluttered around the bed, and beneath the glow of the lights, a silhouette could vaguely be made out. Bit by bit, from forehead to nose bridge, then to chin, every feature was flawless, like the crowning masterpiece of a sculptor's lifetime.

One hand reached out past the gauze curtain. A sprig of osmanthus rested on a white jade plate beside it, with several blossoms scattered across the plate like flecks of gold.

The camera shifted. That pale, finely boned hand picked osmanthus, dried it, and ground it. As it slowly lifted the mortar, the camera moved upward, inch by inch, passing pale, thin lips before a pair of starry eyes came into view, as though inviting the viewer to join this feast of osmanthus.

He was an immortal drunk on wine and dreams beneath an osmanthus tree, and the intricate floral patterns upon ceremonial robes. The shots changed in dazzling succession, enhanced by the lighting, and a dreamlike advertisement was born.

At the end, Mist-Moon Osmanthus slowly emerged from the depths of the osmanthus blossoms, like a