Human emotions all have colors.
Hatred is a blazing blood-red, pain is a chilly black, love is a soft lilac, but maternal love is the most beautiful existence.
It's a warm and gentle pale yellow, like the feeling of fingers touching soft petals.
Adeline smelled the fading fragrance that reminded her of her childhood, the feeling of her mother's hands brushing through her hair.
Unconsciously, tears streamed down her face, and she seemed to lose her sharpness and became exceptionally distraught.
She murmured to herself, "It's impossible... this can't be happening..."
The president of the Perfume Association asked sarcastically, "Miss Watts, do you still have doubts about who the champion is? Do you want us to go through the top ten award-winning perfumes for you?"
Adeline's face turned white with sarcasm, as she thought of the fact that this perfume was created by Selena, whom she had always looked down upon, and she became increasingly agitated.
Selena was just a clueless fool, she couldn't possibly be better than her!
She would rather admit that Leah was stronger than her!
But stubbornly, she refused to admit that the person who was trampling on her was Selena, whom she had always despised!
Yes!
It must be Selena who stole Leah's formula, which is why she could make such a good perfume.
She seemed to have caught the last straw of hope and looked fiercely at Leah.
Leah looked away from the yellow perfume bottle.
"Mother" was definitely not any of the formulas left by Lady Nevaeh.
If the champion today was really Selena, it could only mean that Selena had figured out the formula herself.
That bitch...
She really could...
If the person who stood up to receive the award later was really Selena, the storm she might face next would be tens of times worse than Adeline's.
Adeline shuddered and stepped back several steps, as if she couldn't bear the blow.
She lifted her head and saw countless pairs of cold and disgusted eyes, thousands of people in the audience, and no longer any adoration or love for her.
The perfumers on the stage looked down on her with a look of disdain for a loser.
Selena still sat in the C position, full of charm, with a smile on her face. Her eyes were neither sarcastic nor cold, just cold and plain.
Although expressed differently, he looked so much like the man sitting in the chief judge's seat...
Adeline couldn't bear such devastating blow anymore, screaming and covering her face with both hands, she rushed off the stage in a daze.
The audience watched helplessly as the "champion" who was invincible just a few minutes ago left the stage in a mess, and there was a sigh for a while.
But more than that, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Serves her right!"
"Finally gone..."
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