C174 I Am the Only One Who Is Normal

Dongfang Hongri took the rag and wiped the tears off his face.

As he wiped the cloth, he suddenly smelled a variety of enticing odors.

The taste of food, the taste of medicine, the taste of sweat...

Dongfang Hongri had never smelled such a variety of odors. At that moment, he buried his face in the cloth and inhaled.

Although Murong Cuihua had lost her memory, she was still a sand sculpture