The car soon arrived at Han Moxuan; unlike the bustle of the day, the place was somewhat deserted at night, after all, it was difficult to discern the true from the false during the day, and even more so at night—who would dare come shopping then?
Within Han Moxuan, it was just the same, with no customers coming and going, yet the lights were still brightly lit, the light on the counter somewhat yellow, adding a touch of classical flavor after ten days. Upon entering the door, Luo Qianqian faintly detected a fragrance but upon closer inspection, it eluded her.
"What's wrong?" Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian curiously and hurriedly asked.
"I think I smelled something fragrant?" Luo Qianqian scratched her head awkwardly, "It's not the smell of food, just a pleasant scent, but it seems to disappear upon closer sniffing."
