"Have you been very tired lately?"
Ah Ruhan placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, laughing, and teased her: "Every time I come, I see you sleeping."
"Ah, I don't know what's going on, but I've been feeling sleepy lately."
Feng Liu yawned and picked up a sour plum, putting it in her mouth.
"Spring sleepiness, autumn weariness! In the valley, it's like spring all year round, so it makes sense to want to sleep all the time."
Ah Ruhan joked and sat down next to her. She also picked up a sour plum and took a bite.
"Ahem."
The sour juice overflowed, and she managed to resist spitting it out. She looked at Feng Liu in surprise.
Feng Liu ate one and wanted more, spat out the pit, and picked up another one to put in her mouth.
Crunch crunch, she chewed with great satisfaction.
"Isn't it sour?"
Ah Ruhan looked at the sour plum in her hand, then at her friend, feeling a bit disoriented for a moment.
Could it be that her own taste buds were the problem?