Deirdre smelled a faint sweet osmanthus fragrance from Ophelia. Although it wasn’t strong, it didn’t escape Deirdre’s nose.

It was because she clearly recalled that Ophelia would cover her nose and cough each time they passed by the sweet osmanthus tree at the entrance to the slum. Ophelia was allergic to the sweet osmanthus, so much so that she would feel itchy and cough non-stop with just the smell of it.

“What is it?” When Maeve became aware of Deirdre’s stiff reaction, she caressed Deirdre’s face as she asked, “Why did you suddenly get into a daze?”

“Nothing…” Deirdre forced a smile. She lowered her head and said, “It’s just that I smell the fragrance on you. It smells very good. What kind of perfume is it?”

“Oh.” Maeve was relieved and smiled. “I don’t wear any perfume. I think it’s probably the fragrance in the hotel. After staying there for a day, my clothes are stained.”

“Is it sweet osmanthus?”

“Yes.” Maeve nodded. “I think it’s this smell.”

Deirdre suddenly pressed her