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Her perfume was gift from a friend of Song Cheng who had come to stay at their house for a few weeks when she came travelling from France. She had given Song Qingchun the perfume as an appreciation gift before leaving.

Song Cheng’s friend was a professional perfumist. When she presented Song Qingchun the perfume, she had specially mentioned that the number of people who owned that perfume in the world was less than ten. The composition of the perfume was a unique creation of hers.

Song Qingchun was not a user of perfume, but that bottle of perfume turned her around. She loved the smell dearly; she had even made Song Cheng ask his friend for another two bottles, and now she only had half a bottle left.

She had been using the perfume for about two years. Throughout that time, she had met many women and smelled many perfumes, but she had never once smelled a similar perfume on others.

But now, she had smelled it on Su Zhinian’s shirt...

After a short hesitation, as if trying to confirm some suspicion in her mind, she stood up to raise the shirt toward the light and started to closely examine the lip-gloss color left on Su Zhinian’s shirt.

A jewel tone red with some shine... This was similar to the Armani lip-gloss she used on a daily basis!

Song Qingchun’s heart started to race. This was the first time every cell in her body had seemed to scream with nervousness. She remembered that day, after Tang Nuan revealed she had replaced her to snatch Qin Yinan away, she had gone into the bathroom to cry.

However, she had lost some of her memory. When she came to, she had been standing, even though she remembered clearly that she had been squatting down before, and the tears on her face had dried. At the time, she had felt that there was something unspeakably weird about everything, but she could not put a finger on it. However, now that she thought about it, it felt like she had been hugged for a long time...

The perfume smell, lip-gloss color, her crying... Too many coincidences!

Could it be that the woman crying in Su Zhinian’s chest had been herself?

Song Qingchun was rattled by this thought that had suddenly cropped up in her mind. Her fingers that held the shirt started shaking, and even her breathing was coming faster and lighter.

She stood there for a long time, blanking out, before she realized her heartbeat had gotten so much faster than her usual pace. Her heart felt like it was trying to break out of her chest.

She took the shirt and headed toward Su Zhinian’s bedroom, aiming to demand an explanation. However, she stopped at his door.

No, wait... The day I cried, I remember locking the bathroom door, and I remember unlocking it before leaving...

If Su Zhinian had really been in the bathroom to comfort her, to hug her, to wipe away her tears, then how did he open the locked bathroom and get out with the door locked the whole time?

That was impossible...

Could it be that things were that coincidental?

There was another woman who used the same perfume as her, the same brand and color of lip-gloss, and had cried her heart out on the same day as her?

Song Qingchun felt like her head was going to explode. She paced about the room furiously, scratching her head, trying to settle on an answer.