Stone stools and tables, at almost every spot the eye could reach, were piled with fresh flowers in bright and variegated hues, emitting a captivating fragrance.
"What's the little girl fussing with now?" It was time for class, and Shasha, Sharon, and the others had just left for school a second after sending Zhiyan back. Sandy had been sent by her to fetch some high-alcohol liquor, so she was the only one left in the courtyard.
Watching her pick the petals with great interest, then crush them and place them in a crystal test tube, Instructor Ye Wen's interest was piqued in an instant; he was eager to inquire about what happened last time.
"Perfumery," Zhiyan gave him a light glance and looked away, speaking indifferently.
"Perfumery? What is that exactly?" Ye Wen, who prided himself on his wide knowledge, couldn't help but ask softly. This novel term was indeed unfamiliar to him.
