I was born without a sense of smell,
but my husband was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. People said he always smelled strongly of unpleasant medicinal herbs, but I couldn't smell a thing. We were made for each other.
That is, until the rainy day we arranged to go abroad to get married.
I smelled something on my husband.
I can only smell you.
"In my next life, I want to give my sense of smell to my husband,
so he can smell the scents of this world.
Even if it smells like the world is rotting, at least it will smell like life."
"Who am I, really?" You'll have to guess as you read.
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This story has no title. It's more like a writing exercise. I'm not a professional, so please point out any mistakes. Thanks, my dears
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