Who dared touch Fei Chuan?

Was that....a hallucination?

Could a hallucination evoke a taste she hadn't experienced in ages?

Bei Sangyun was deeply shaken. Before her death, she had suffered for three long years without eating properly because everything she ate tasted like dirt.

Over time, she had grown numb to this sensation, and eating had become a wearisome chore. She had long abandoned hope of ever experiencing the pleasure of delicious food again.

Now, she stared at the chicken soup, her heart racing.

Was it merely a trick played by her mind?

Or had she truly experienced a fleeting moment of taste?

To confirm, she picked up the spoon again, which had fallen on the table. She was about to dip it back into the soup when a hand stopped her.

"What are you doing?" Fei Chuan glared at her with angry eyes.

Bei Sangyun looked at the chicken soup, the rich taste still lingering on her tongue. Or was this, too, a part of her hallucination?