Baili An silently watched her, his thoughts seemed puzzled.
Arao lifted her gaze and smiled faintly, then raised the teacup, drinking the clear tea in one gulp.
"You..." Baili An's voice and color changed, his eyes slightly widened.
After finishing the cold tea, Arao furrowed her brows slightly, staring into the bottom of the cup, seemingly talking to herself: "The taste during the immature and mature stages differs greatly."
The Heart Burning Fruit she was cruelly forced to swallow back then truly felt like burning fire, a pain like her organs were torn into pieces.
But now, this immature Heart Burning Fruit surprisingly offered a taste of bitterness and sweetness.
The emptied cup was casually tossed onto the thick soft carpet, not making a single sound. Arao's eyes sparkled as she smirked, looking at Baili An: "Do you, like Zangxin, think I'm a madwoman?"
Baili An looked down at the teacup on the floor: "I think you're quite mad."
