"It's called agarwood." Liu Yu looked at the flowers on the ground. The blood-red tea-like agarwood gradually bloomed in his eyes, showing a kind of demonic red pupils. He was dressed in light clothes embroidered with vines and lightly covered his slender body. A faint fragrance surrounded him and lingered for a long time.
Mo Yao looked at Liuyu quietly, his violet eyes glowing with brilliance. "Agarwood, agarwood, has a subtle and flashy fragrance. This flower has a unique meaning."