As Ye Xiangsi drew closer, a faint scent of small daisies lingered around her, fresh and refined, reminiscent of a first love.
Wang Xuanxuan carried a subtle fragrance of rosemary, the kind that lingered and invited careful appreciation.
Zhou Peipei was secretly fumed. The game was unfair to her; whoever lost ended up getting the short end of the stick.
Chapter 83