Bai Xiao stopped in her tracks, nervously looking around.
The streets were bustling with traffic, pedestrians going about as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. And the scent—it had vanished.
Bai Xiao grabbed a passerby and asked, "Did you just smell any fragrance?"
"No, not at all."
"How strange," Bai Xiao frowned, and after asking several people nearby, none had smelled any fragrance.
Was she experiencing an illusion?
Just then, a car horn sounded from the roadside, startling Bai Xiao nearly to the point of jumping. She turned around and saw Ah Long and Uncle Yang had come to pick her up.
She patted her chest, relieved, and hurriedly got into the car, "Uncle Yang, how come you're here?"
"We've been following the young lady," Uncle Yang said with a smile.
Bai Xiao nodded, so they hadn't smelled the fragrance either.
Was it really just her illusion?
Bai Xiao still felt uneasy and asked, "Ah Long, is Madam Xiangrui really dead?"
