Words are like daggers, each one capable of harming the soul.
Shen Lan fully understood this now.
Shen Lan gave a cold laugh, "I can't imagine as wildly as you can. The scent of your perfume tells me that you have been close to Yiyi. Cheng Yanqing, I originally didn't want to speak so bluntly."
She didn't want to be too explicit, but Cheng Yanqing was hurting her with his words.
So, why couldn't she speak her mind as well? She was always considering others, why did no one consider her?
Cheng Yanqing pursed his lips.
He hadn't expected Shen Lan to have such a keen sense of smell.
But the moment Liu Yiyi threw herself at him, he immediately pushed her away.
As for the scent of the perfume...
