Gu Tong's sensitivity to taste is several times that of ordinary people. This is a secret. In this complicated world, Gu Tong has smelled countless flavors, but he only has a soft spot for that one. On a dark and rainy street corner, I bumped into that person, apologized, and then passed him by. The cold and refreshing smell of soap locust mixed with old sheets and melted snow mountains had only been smelled once, but Gu Tong had remembered it for many years. From the age of seventeen to twenty-two, from campus to society, this is what Gu Tong never forgets. Gu Tong never thought that this smell would appear a second time.
Intention: soft spot