They were a dark, glossy, mahogany-brown color.
They were oval-shaped, deeply wrinkled, and possessed a shiny, chitinous-looking exterior.
Ji'an didn't care about aesthetics.
She only cared about the iron content.
She reached into the bag, pulled out a handful of the dried dates, and tossed one into her mouth.
As she chewed on them, she felt the sweet, earthy flavor bursting on her tongue, closing her eyes as she let the warm sunlight wash over her face.
Crunch. Chew. Swallow.
Then reach for another.
She was half-asleep, relaxed in her misery, mindlessly snacking from the pile of dark, shiny, wrinkled ovals resting on the small table beside her lounge.
"Third Brother!"
The cheerful, energetic voice of Lin Xuan shattered the peace of the terrace.
Ji'an cracked one eye open, continuing to chew on a date, refusing to sit up. "What do you want, Xuan? Speak softly. My head hurts, my back hurts, and my patience is currently on backorder."
