C1228 The Grand Gathering
Lo Chuan bit into the treat, immediately savoring the sweetness. The texture was exceptionally crisp, clearly not just simple syrup. As his teeth sank further, they met the fruit inside—tart and sweet, a perfect complement to the sugary exterior. "Hmm, delicious," he mumbled through his mouthful.
Yao Ziyan was nibbling on one as well
