Ling Mohan's eyes brimmed with deep contemplation, and he felt distinct unease knowing that the fragrance blender was someone from the Jianghu.
"My blood is in the Rui fragrance, irreplaceable," Gu Yingyue furrowed her brows, baffled.
Ling Mohan folded up the handkerchief, gazing wistfully at the sky.
Snowflakes drifted down one by one, landing on their hair, shoulders, and clothes.
The wind blew, its chill penetrating to the bone.
"It must be a once-in-a-lifetime genius," Ling Mohan said, "He must have discovered a different fragrance blending method."
"If my blood could be replaced, then..."
The thought was terrifying, and Gu Yingyue dared not finish her sentence, looking worriedly at Ling Mohan.
"Then the Ling Family's position in fragrance study will be usurped," Ling Mohan finished for her. He shifted his gaze back to Gu Yingyue, "Yingyue, do you have a twin sister?"
Only a twin could possibly share Gu Yingyue's unique blood.
