Feng Yuhuai inhaled deeply, greedily savoring the meat aroma permeating the air, a fragrance so rich it seeped from her dorm mates' soft hair, fair necks, and even their warm breath, without the need for skinning or draining blood.
From a culinary perspective, they needed no additional seasoning; they were already perfectly marinated.
Then, Feng Yuhuai caught a stronger whiff, a rich bone aroma that lingered just a moment, yet its remnants clung to the air, unwilling to disperse.
Like an endless temptation, it provoked her to keep her head down, her throat contracting involuntarily as she swallowed repeatedly.
"It was Father, wasn't it? He was just here and now he's gone?"
Identifying people by scent, Feng Yuhuai suppressed her hunger with great effort, her eyes warm with affection as she scanned her friends' facial features, before gently gazing at the path where Feng Ju had disappeared.
