It was the first day of the long holiday.
Chen Shi'an got up at five as usual.
It was still dark, but he had already washed up and returned to his room to pack.
He had traveled light coming down the mountain, and had even less to bring back.
Chen Shi'an packed only one change of Dōfuku. The set he was wearing now had been washed by the Class Monitor.
He did not know whether he was imagining it, but he kept feeling that the Class Monitor's scent lingered faintly on the robes. At first, Chen Shi'an had thought it was because they used the same laundry detergent, or because Lin Meng Qiu happened to be nearby at the time. Yet now that the Class Monitor was not around, her scent was still faintly there, leaving him rather puzzled.
Had someone secretly worn his Dōfuku?
With an odd look on his face, Chen Shi'an leaned down and sniffed inside his Dōfuku again...
Fortunately, the scent was actually very pleasant.
It was just that wearing the Dōfuku felt rather like wearing the Class Monitor...
What a creep she was. He couldn't let her touch his clothes again.
There was little else to pack. Chen Shi'an opened the earthenware jar in his room, took out thirty sticks of Handmade Incense, and put them in a bamboo Incense Tube.
This was the Handmade Incense he had made last time. After being stored to mature for a while, the scents of the various incense materials had blended together, and it was ready to use.
He had gathered all the materials on Waterwheel Mountain last time, making it from various wildflowers, medicinal herbs, pine branches, and cypress wood. After some thought, he had named it Calming Incense. It could soothe the emotions and fill the