When waiting at the traffic light, Qi Lin opened the window; the rain had eased significantly. The damp air permeated her nostrils. She sniffed the air, wondering if Bai Qianye was doing well and whether that last voice was his.,Upon entering the room, a wave of tea fragrance greeted her. Qi Lin frowned slightly, thinking to herself if anyone still used this kind of perfume in this era,At last, she still wanted to say it this way, wishing for a proper farewell.。