Not only were there roses specially used for perfumes in France, but there was also patchouli from the far east, evening jade, Victoria's violet, and Lilly of the valley.
Countless kinds of high-quality perfume plants from all over the world were gathered in this space.
The countless perfume plants made Bailu's heart surge with excitement. There were even some rare herbs that she could not name. They all had different fragrances. If she studied them well, she would definitely be able to make an impact on the industry!
This was a huge surprise and temptation for a perfumer or anyone who was in the perfume industry.
At that moment, Bailu hated that adulterous couple even more as they had ruined her sense of smell.
She could almost imagine the strong smell of this treasured land, but she could not smell any of the wonderful fragrances. She could only rely on her own experience to identify them.
Wait a minute, no! She moved her nose and found that she could smell something.
Bailu could smell a faint scent. She found that there was a cluster of small white flowers blooming on a piece of black land. The flowers were swaying gently.
As her sense of smell was destroyed, Bailu could no longer smell anything, except for this plant.
A spark of hope emerged from the ashes of her disheartened heart.
She held the flower greedily and took a deep sniff. Her nostrils were clear as if they had been washed by mint. The trace of sweetness was like the aftertaste of tea. It had an endless charm and seemed to be healing her sense of smell bit by bit.
What kind of plant was this? She had never seen it before.
The tips of the white petals had a moon-yellow stamen in the middle.
The name "Moon-Tip flower" appeared in her mind. Bailu smiled and looked at the white flower in her hand. Suddenly, she knew the name of this treasure.
...
"Bailu…"
Jiang Shaomin called out to her whilst knocking politely on the door.
Bailu, who was in the box, was shocked. She was figuring out how to get out.
In the next second, she suddenly returned to her bed.
The doctors that Jiang Shaomin had invited were all top-notch doctors. There was no need to question their methods or medication. Even though Bailu was seriously injured and had many wounds on her body, she was still recovering quite quickly.
Moreover, after entering the space, as a result of the special flow of time, Bailu's wounds healed much faster. The wounds that were initially in the way of her beauty were currently only faint scars.
After seeing that she had recovered well, Jiang Shaomin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Tell me, what exactly happened? Do you want me to inform your... husband?"
When he said the word 'husband', he frowned unhappily. In his heart, there was blame, displeasure, and jealousy.
How could that good-for-nothing rich kid win her heart?
Moreover, why did he not take good care of her? If it were him, he would definitely take care of her and would not bear to let her suffer any harm.
"He is the culprit. If I inform him, I would be courting death..."
Bailu's eyes were dark as she explained the whole story to Jiang Shaomin.
Even Jiang Shaomin, who had always been described as cold and heartless, could not help but clenched his fists when he imagined her pain after being betrayed and her helpless struggle for survival.
Just how vicious and despicable were they to be able to be so ruthless to her?
If her will was not as strong during that time…
If he had not happened to pass by and save her…
Would this woman that amazed him, disappear?
Jiang Shaomin sighed. He felt uneasy in his heart. It seemed that they were destined to meet again.
"With your ability, even without that first love of yours, you can still create other work."
A beautiful woman like her, even if she lost a man, she would still be favored by people.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you for saving me. It's my fault for not meeting the right people. I will repay you well in the future," said Bailu. She struggled to get off the bed and wanted to bow towards him. However, she was firmly pushed back onto the bed by a pair of big hands.
His hands were warm and thick. He had been holding on to her shoulder without letting go. The continuous warmth was somewhat scorching.
"How do you want to repay me?"