Lin Wan Yi's gaze fell on Gu Yanshen's frostbitten, stiffened palms.
The two small fruits, unripe and shriveled, still carried an unknown earthy smell.
Her heart felt as if it was being clenched tightly by a hand, both sour and aching.
He hadn't returned all night, traveled through this icy world, just for a word she had mumbled in a dream.
But all he got in return was a face full of exhaustion and a sentence "I'm useless".
Lin Wan Yi reached out and gently took the two wild fruits.
Gu Yanshen's fingers, due to prolonged freezing, were almost unresponsive, trembling slightly when she touched them.
"Wanyi, these can't be eaten."
His voice was hoarse as if it had been scraped by sandpaper.
"They're too sour and astringent, they'll upset your stomach."
Lin Wan Yi didn't listen.
She brought one of them to her lips, and despite his look of dissuading, gently took a small bite.
An indescribable sour and bitter taste instantly exploded on her tongue.
