Looking at the words 'season', Feng Qing walked to the bedside table and picked up a pen and paper to write. She wanted to record the first inspiration in her heart after seeing this proposition. Usually, this was the time she created a perfume.
Immersing herself in her thoughts, Feng Qing used nearly half an hour to write five pages. Inside was a complete formula, from inspiration concept to the selection of condiments and finally to the preset perfume. Although she did not start mixing perfume, it was as if she had already done an experiment.
At this moment, her phone rang. Feng Qing glanced at it. It was a video invitation from Xie Jiuhan. Her slender fingers gently slid across the screen while her other hand continued to write on the sixth page. She felt that the formula just now was not good enough, so she decided to write it again and try her best to change the formula to perfection.
