The room had obviously been cleaned. As she stood in the room that she had slept for nearly 20 years, there were too many memories.
She appeared in every corner…
She remembered…
Snapping back to reality, she shook her head and composed herself.
She didn't want to remember anything about this place.
Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked to a small study corner in the bedroom. It was unexpected for her belongings not to be thrashed.
Opening a drawer, her eyes gleamed. Indeed, everything was still there.
She took out the items that she had left behind. On pieces of paper, every single formula for her perfume was written clearly.
The handwriting on the paper hinted at her tender age and innocence, and even some of the formulas on the paper seemed immature.
But some of them were indeed not bad.
These were the scents that she thought were the best back then.
