C406 The past is in vain

When Xue Ronghua woke up in the morning, she had already disappeared, and there was only a handkerchief left on the counter. On it, there was a drawing of two or three Jasmine s, she picked up the handkerchief and took a whiff, and sure enough, the scent of Jasmine's flowers rushed into her nose, and it didn't disappear even after a long time