Gu Ran held a petal in his hand.
The perfume, made of various materials, was absorbed by the black petal, turning it brown.
"May I smell it?" Gu Ran asked curiously.
"It's meant for the toad to smell," Yan Hanxiang said, "but you can smell it if you want."
Someone laughed.
Gu Ran was not angry.
Because Zhuang Jing laughed too—what could he do?
Gu Ran actually took a sniff.
The scent was hard to describe, somewhat like coffee powder—perhaps there really was coffee powder in it, after all, it was a perfume meant to restore sense.
"Did you really smell it?" He Qingyan laughed.
"Chen Ke always says the perfume she got as a birthday gift was great," Gu Ran said, "I was a bit curious about what Mrs. Xiang made."
"If it smells good, I'll make two bottles just for you," Yan Hanxiang laughed.
"Only the toads and Su Qing like the smell of coffee," Gu Ran said.
"And I was worried you'd be attacked by a toad," Su Qing looked at him.
