Sweet without being cloying, light without dissipating.
Though he had only taken a small taste, it was enough to appreciate the preciousness of the essential oil.
Unfortunately, in cutscene mode, he could not even control how efficiently the fragrance entered his nostrils. He could not even take a deep breath.
But it was still no problem. The candle alone made it clear that it was of no low grade.
In the blink of an eye, that wisp of light rapidly filled his vision.
And when everything came into focus, the first thing Fu Qian saw was two bright yellow candles.
Pure and warm, they were wrapped in gilded patterns, the fragrance wafting out from them—the only two sources of light in the room.
This place was clearly more private than the one before, like a hidden chamber no one knew about.
Yes, Fu Qian did not think that his five senses had returned now that darkness had given way to light again.
For one thing, he had shrunk into an immobile doll. Why go to the trouble of bringing him here? Would it not have been enough to stuff him into a cabinet?
More importantly, the pair of hands extended before him were clearly flesh-and-blood creations, yet distinctly different from before.
Not only were the sleeves far plainer, but the fingers were somewhat more withered as well, as though they belonged to someone older.
So not only was he watching a cutscene, but it was not even locked onto a specific character—the camera angle had been changing all along?
The conclusion came easily enough, and Fu Qian clicked his tongue in wonder at the peculiarities of this instance.
No wonder people said one should consult one's seniors more often. He had been an Administrator for quite some time, yet this