Mo Ling had really liked the orange scent from before, and now he found himself quite fond of this fresh, floral fragrance as well. Upon arriving in this scent zone, he sniffed around restlessly, rolling over and over within it.
"Do you want to fix the Bone White Flower fragrance, too?"
"Come on, come on!"
"It smells so good, so good! Take a good sniff!"
The newborns who had already fixed their scents gathered around Mo Ling, following him as he drifted back and forth within the scent zone.
'So this flower is called a Bone White Flower? It seems to be the most common one in the flower patch.'
Its very name carried a cool purity. The fragrance was faint, yet it lingered, settling deep in the mind and proving impossible to forget.
'It's so nice, but I can't fix it.'
As he rolled about, Mo Ling committed the unique scent of the Bone White Flower to memory.
