Unharmed

Feng Jue's gaze stopped on Gu Yang's exquisite little face. He seemed to be looking at her but also seemed to be recalling something through her. "Unharmed."

Suddenly, Gu Yang felt as if something had collided in her heart.

She asked almost anxiously, "Which master made it?"

Feng Jue replied softly, "It's not a master. It's a gift from an old friend with exceptional talent in perfume making. It's very important to me."

Gu Yang swallowed back the words she was about to say. Since it was a gift from an old friend and was very important to Feng Jue, he naturally couldn't sell it.

Feng Jue asked, "What do you think of the name of this perfume?"

"Very good. Very appropriate." Gu Yang couldn't explain it clearly. When she smelled this fragrance, she didn't think of a name, but after hearing this unfamiliar name, she felt that it was right.

However, she did not understand why she had such a strange feeling when she heard that name.