No taste (← actually she couldn't tell).
But the moment she drank it, she felt a warm sensation.
That warmth
spread from her throat to her limbs.
"How is it?"
Shang Yanting asked, looking at her blank expression.
"I can feel it."
"A warm feeling."
Jia Xitong was first in a daze, then she began to laugh. While laughing, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of grievance made her cry.
"A warm feeling. Ugh... ugh...
It's been a long time since I've felt anything."
Since crossing over, whether in soul body state or on Little Raccoon, she hasn't felt cold, heat, pain, comfort, nor tasted sour, sweet, bitter, salty.
Even if she dressed up Little Raccoon cutely, even if she always did things no different from what a demon beast or human would do, it still couldn't hide the fact that she was just a walking corpse.
She wasn't a human.
She wasn't an animal either.
She was a monster existing in the world in a strange form.
