"Here, your plain water."
"Thank you."
Yao Ziyan took the cup Anno handed her. A faint mist of steam rose from it, and the clear water was utterly plain and unadorned.
Anno had poured herself a glass of fruit juice instead. It was a rather vivid orange and seemed fairly thick, likely freshly made from fruit.
All it took was Mage Hand and a few other simple spells. For Transcendents, it was something they could do at the drop of a hat.
"Would you like some juice? There's still some left." Holding the cup in both hands, Anno took a sip and wore a satisfied expression.
"I'll pass." Yao Ziyan smiled and shook her head.
People always changed. Perhaps after experiencing enough, they finally realized that the things once deemed ordinary, overlooked, and looked down upon were the absolute truth.
Like plain water.
An utterly ordinary cup of hot water, yet it had effects no other drink possessed. No matter what changes occurred in the body, drinking plain water would definitely help.
Luo Chuan had told her that.
Anno gave an oh and did not think much of it. What Yao Ziyan wanted to drink was her own freedom. Her gaze fell back on the book. "How far have you read?"
"The part where she visits the boy's home." Yao Ziyan turned another page.
The illustration seemed to depict a spacious, brightly lit living room. The dining table was laden with sumptuous food, and the white-haired girl was enjoying it, her face brimming with happiness.
A boy and a middle-aged man sat on the other sides of the table. The latter was presumably the former's father. A warm, hospitable smile rested on his face as he looked at the witch seated opposite him.
Yao Ziyan did not know whether it