The car was filled with a faint and unique scent of Qingya. Song Huaiqian inhaled it, recognizing it as the same fragrance from before.
"Dr. Han, you really seem to enjoy this perfume." he said.
"I don't usually study perfumes. A patient gave this to me, and I found it pleasant, so I've continued to use it." Han Meiya glanced at him. "Does its unique scent bother you? I'll open the windows to air out the car."
"No, I find it very nice. You're overthinking it," Song Huaiqian said.
This scent of Qingya, it's really similar to that night. Song Huaiqian pondered this matter in his heart. It had been more than half a year, but they still hadn't found out who that girl was. Could she have left Ning City? Or could it be her? He couldn't help but glance her way. Han Meiya, focused on driving, did not notice his gaze.
When the car reached Central Street, it stopped in front of a supermarket. Song Huaiqian unfastened his seatbelt and thanked her, "Dr. Han, thank you."