Yuan Yao shook her head and thought that Lin Yin's taste was quite strange. She needed something tasteless.
Soon, Yuan Yao brought over a few small bottles containing liquid and said, "These are all here. They've been here for a long time and are all dusty. Take a look and see which one you like. If the formula is still there, I'll make another bottle for you."
Lin Yin took the box from Yuan Yao and carefully opened it one by one. When she opened the third box, Lin Yin's lowered eyelashes quivered.
This was a familiar smell.
Lin Yin continued to pick up the bottles beside her and went through them all. In the end, only the bottle just now had the feeling that she had come into contact with it before.
Lin Yin picked out a few bottles from the box and said, "There's no need to make them again. There are only these few bottles. Can you give them to me?"
