Fang Lin opened her mouth to speak more, but Yueyao quickly slid a small porcelain cup toward her, filled with golden liquid that shimmered like a captured sunset.
"Taste it," Yueyao spoke up gazing at her intently.
Fang Lin hesitated, then lifted the cup. The juice was cool and vibrant against her tongue, sweet at first but followed by a faint bitterness lingering at the back of her throat. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Do you like it? Is it to your taste?" Yueyao asked, her lips curving into the faintest smile as she finally lifted her gaze to Fang Lin's.
There was no malice in her tone, but there was something else, something Fang Lin couldn't decipher. She nodded slowly, though her brows knitted in confusion. "It's… good. Different, but good."
Fang Lin lowered the cup slowly, her lips still tingling from the faint bitterness of the juice.
