Watching his revered grandfather being gradually sent into the crematorium, Sheng Jianan collapsed to the ground in despair. Then he felt a soft body approach, carrying a scent familiar to him, Tang Yanqi's scent.
Engulfed in that scent, he reached out to hug her back.
Though later, he tried to find that familiar figure among the crowd, he couldn't find it.
Sheng Jianan didn't pay much attention to it, assuming that Tang Yanqi had come and then left.
But now, hearing the person in his arms speak, was that person at the time Shen Yao?
It seemed that the point Tang Yanqi got was different from Sheng Jianan's. She reached out and poked Sheng Jianan's chest, "So you mistook someone else for me? Aren't you familiar with my scent?"
Sheng Jianan was still lost in his thoughts; it couldn't be, he couldn't possibly mistake Tang Yanqi's scent.
Grabbing the restless little hand in his arms, Sheng Jianan said in a deep voice, "It really wasn't you?"
"No!"
