Although this fragrance was extremely light, even if it seemed to be absent, it made Yang Yiting, who had always had a keen sense of smell, have a familiar feeling. She picked up the black cloth and put it in front of her nose and smelled it carefully.
There was no doubt that this scent came from this strip of cloth. And she must have smelled this fragrance somewhere else. She had always been sensitive to smells and couldn't go wrong about it. In this, she had full confidence. At this moment, her eyebrows were furrowed involuntarily, which was her habitual behaviour when she was thinking.
Lu Ziqing felt that she must have been working overtime these past days and was disoriented. Seeing Yang Yiting's furrowing brows, he had the urge to reach out and smooth them out.
Just as he was trying his best to control his abnormal impulse, Yang Yiting suddenly cried out as if she had an epiphany. "Yes, I remember!"
