That was the fragrance of gentian, and the two intertwined together were unexpectedly harmonious and beautiful.
"What perfume are you wearing?"
Gu Youran broke the ambiguous atmosphere, and Shi Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Doesn't it smell good?"
Shi Heng left her lips and lay flat on her side.
"It smells fresh and elegant, like green trees after rain, with a hint of gentian flowers."
Gu Youran sniffed it and said, "It smells good. I like it."
Shi Heng looked at her intoxicated expression and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It also has a nice name, 'Green Stem Dream Language'."
"Green Stem Dream Talk..."
Gu Youran murmured, "It's a nice name, but I've never heard of it before."
Shi Heng just smiled and said nothing.
Of course she had never heard of it, this was the perfume he made himself.
It is unique in the world and he is the only one who owns it.
The deep mountain forest where he was hunted four years ago exudes a unique green wood fragrance.
The mysterious woman who saved him had a faint scent of gentian.
To remember these two scents and to remember this kindness.
Three years ago, Shi Heng acquired a perfume workshop that was about to go bankrupt.
He taught himself how to make perfume, and after countless attempts, he finally concocted this perfume.
For him, this perfume is not just a scent, but also a carrier of emotions and memories.
Whenever he smelled this fragrance, he would remember that life-or-death night and that unexpected redemption.
This memory, like a warm force, supported him through the low points in his life.
Shi Heng's unexpected acquisition also gave birth to a new perfume brand.
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