Waking up once again, she caught the faint, familiar scent lingering in the room.
Cui Lingyao's heart was filled with alarm and uncertainty.
Before he knew her, that man hadn't liked to use fragrances, carrying only the clean scent unique to a young man.
It was she who thought his cold, proud face was a perfect match for a cool, woody fragrance.
After they married, she would frequently give him scented sachets, filled with spices she blended herself.
Sandalwood, cedar, chamomile…
Every one of them suited him perfectly, blending with his natural scent to create an aroma that was simply addictive.
For a very long time, Cui Lingyao truly loved to nestle in his arms, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
She knew the scent on his body all too well.
So well, in fact, that she couldn't possibly convince herself it was just her imagination.
Suppressing her alarm, Cui Lingyao got up and began to meticulously inspect the room.
