Next, Li Fan's family settled down. No more appeals, no more disturbances.
The aroma in Du Ruo's lipstick was analyzed. Shockingly, the fragrant components in one lipstick numbered over twenty kinds!
Ye Weining looked at those spices she didn't recognize at all, and had a headache.
At this time, mummy's help was needed.
"These fragrances are almost like medicine," Li Tianyi said.
"Medicine?" Ye Weining's mind lit up. Fragrance can be medicine, can be poison...
"Yes, these scents, besides making people feel calm, have certain medicinal properties that can make people forgetful."
Ye Weining found it even stranger: "Just like that? That's too weird, why would Ling Can do this?"
"No idea," Li Tianyi shrugged, "Maybe Du Ruo has some mental illness that needs these scents to suppress it."
"Forget the past?" Ye Weining frowned tightly, "I doubt it's that simple."
