Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities Chapter 680: Familiar Fragrance

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The scent in the air triggered Ji Linbai’s mory of Ruan Chu frequently using Gu Yang’s perfu. Curious, he inquired, “Yangyang, did you create that perfu yourself?”

Gu Yang affird, “Yes.” Noticing Ji Linbai’s subtle emphasis on “too,” he arched an eyebrow. “You caught a whiff of my perfu at my cousin’s place, didn’t you?”

At the ntion of Ruan Chu, Ji Linbai’s expression softened. “Indeed. Chuchu ntioned it’s called Morning Sun. It’s quite pleasant and helped alleviate her condition significantly.”

Gu Yang didn’t evade Ji Linbai’s keen observation. “The scent is derived from the sa source. I prefer employing natural, harmless thods to stimulate the senses of sight, sound, and sll for subtle therapeutic effects instead of resorting to direct dication.”

“Of course, in ergencies, dication is necessary to swiftly address the situation.”

Ji Linbai absorbed this information attentively. Having interacted with nurous experts and professors from the Chinese Psychological Association, he understood that each practitioner had their own approach to treatnt.

It was uncommon for individuals like Gu Yang to possess such proficiency in diverse fields, especially for the treatnt of ntal illnesses.

As Ji Linbai broached the topic of Ruan Chu’s Chaoyang perfu, he wasn’t rely seeking academic discourse with Gu Yang; he harbored a long-standing suspicion.

“I heard from Chuchu that you specifically crafted that bottle of Morning Sun for her? That you only formulate perfus for her?”

“Indeed. It’s customized to my cousin’s unique needs and works best for her. I don’t offer the sa fragrance to different individuals.”

“Have you ever created perfus with similar effects?”

“No.”

Gu Yang paused, fixing Ji Linbai with a curious gaze. “Where did you encounter a perfu akin to Chaoyang?”

Ji Linbai hesitated briefly before responding. He attempted to probe indirectly, but in the presence of a psychologist like Gu Yang, subtlety was futile.

Seeing through Ji Linbai’s thoughts, Gu Yang’s expression remained innocent as she spread her hands helplessly. “I didn’t delve into your mind. Your thoughts were just quite apparent. But it’s not a problem. Feel free to ask anything you’re curious about.”

“Apologies for my curiosity. The first ti I encountered the Morning Sun fragrance, it felt strangely familiar.”

“Familiar?” Gu Yang’s curiosity piqued. “I’ve never created a perfu similar to Morning Sun. I wonder where you might have encountered sothing similar.”

Noticing Ji Linbai’s hesitance, Gu Yang inquired, “Is it uncomfortable to disclose?”

“No, I can’t recall where I slled it.”

Ji Linbai exerted effort to recollect, but the mory eluded him. Finally, he conjectured, “Perhaps I stumbled upon it by chance and found it remarkable, leaving a lasting impression.”

He closed his eyes, describing the fragrance from mory. “Though the scent is distinct, it exudes warmth, enveloping one in a comforting embrace. It’s a sensation I’ve never encountered with any other perfu.”

Unexpectedly, Gu Yang posed, “Have you experienced mory loss?”

Ji Linbai’s laughter broke the tension montarily. “Impossible. My family has a long history of practicing dicine. The elders are all seasoned experts in the dical field. How could they let lose my mory?”

Gu Yang discerned Ji Linbai’s sincerity.

Nodding, she ruminated, “That’s a valid point. The Ji family in the capital boasts a rich dical heritage. Even if Ji Linbai encountered mory loss, the family possesses ample expertise to aid in his recovery.”

At the very least, she resolved to inform Ji Linbai if she herself were to experience mory loss.

The absence of any recollection from Ji Linbai seed perplexing.