Chapter 222: But who was she, really?

The door slowly opened, and a delicate, refreshing scent wafted out from the room.

Ryan slightly furrowed his brow, sensing something different—this fragrance was definitely not there when he lived here before.

Looks like the new tenant really shook things up.

Not knowing who the person was, he shouldn't have barged in impulsively.

Ryan flared his nostrils, sniffing the air with a hint of hesitation, ready to back out immediately.

This scent seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, probably just a fleeting encounter.

If it had been the scent of winter daphne, like Miss Alice wore, Ryan would have recognized it instantly.

But before he could retreat, he glanced at the room's layout. Just one look, and he was thunderstruck, rooted to the spot.

The thought had been fleeting,no changes outside didn't mean there were none inside.