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The room had clearly been cleaned, yet facing this space where she had slept for nearly twenty years, she was overwhelmed by too many memories.

In every corner, there were traces of herself…

She remembered…

Her expression suddenly stiffened, she shook her head, and discarded the somewhat distracted look on her face.

She didn't want to recall anything about this place.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked into a small study in the bedroom, where her belongings had unusually not been thrown away.

Opening a drawer, her eyes flashed, and sure enough, the things from the past were still there.

She took out those items left behind, and on each sheet of A4 paper were densely written perfume formulas of her creation.

The handwriting on them was still neat and immature, with some of the fragrance formulas even emanating a sense of rawness.

But there were some that were indeed quite good.

These were what she once considered her best work.