Lu Miao hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe it. "It's like a decaying smell."
It was as if a dying person exuded that scent, signaling their impending death.
Gu Shiyan quickly went through all the people he had met since leaving home in the morning until now.
"There's also a strong smell of perfume."
A subtle smile flickered in Gu Shiyan's eyes. Was his little one feeling jealous?
He teased, "Which one is more important?"
