It wasn’t a perfu scent; she never used any perfu.
It started when she moved into his house. Among a myriad of skincare products, she fell uniquely in love with the fragrance of callias. Since then, she had abandoned all other types, no matter how expensive, effective, or luxurious. She never switched, always sticking to this callia-scented line.
Sotis, you like sothing not because of its price but because of how well it suits you.
It’s just like loving soone: it’s not about whether they are the most beautiful or handso, but about how well they align with your aesthetic style and habits when you’re together.
Wan Donglin slowly began to notice this, so the skincare he bought for her was always the latest from this series. In her hazy consciousness, she suddenly rembered: During that month I stayed in the hotel, the "penny-pinching guy" had also sent skincare products—a full set from this very series. I should have guessed it was him back then! How ridiculous, to have deceived myself like an ostrich, never daring to think in that direction—nor even wanting to. Because my love for the "penny-pinching guy" had begun that month. It started from the mont I was utterly spoiled, acting as capriciously as a child, getting whatever I desired. The princess-like sentintality deep within every woman’s heart was satisfied, elevated. So, how could I not fall in love? With a new emperor co new courtiers. When people have lived oppressed for a long ti, struggling to afford food, a new Emperor might arrive. If he can provide food and clothing, satisfy their basic needs, and lead them towards a moderately prosperous life, they might worship such a great figure—even if they’ve never t him face to face. How much more so for a woman? People often shift their affections, even towards Emperors. Who decreed that a woman must remain devoted to one man, regardless of how he treats her, and never be unfaithful? Falling in love with soone might take ten years, but a change of heart can happen in just one month.
During that one month, Yan Xixi’s heart completely changed.
She felt no sha whatsoever.
Nor did she feel any psychological pressure.
Without even a hint of coyness or affectation, she simply drowned in the love of the "penny-pinching guy."
"Xixi... I love you..."
I longed to reply but always felt too embarrassed.
The gentleness vanished, the tenderness disappeared; all his attempts to please and his attentiveness were gone. Before she could even cry out in surprise, he, like a lion, was already thoroughly feasting on his captured ’prey.’
He loved her.
That was enough.
If gentleness was like cotton candy, the eater always feels sothing is missing, not quite flavorful enough. But when true love arrives, it’s like a steaming, spicy hot pot.
Your tongue dances in the spice, but your heart blooms with countless flowers.
Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy—all the flavors suddenly surged forth at this mont, without pattern or technique. It was simply love. It had just happened.
Even with the ntality of the most ordinary person—aren’t all humans like this?
Yet, it was exquisite.
Yet, it was breathtaking.
This was what touched the very depths of the soul.
All the emptiness, all the fantasies, all the confusion, all the winding paths taken on the road of love—he had utterly swept them away.
Even her imagination was temporarily sealed off by him. At this mont, he seed utterly supre.
This is how attachnt forms: emotionally, spiritually.
From then on, it beca truly unbreakable.
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