Baili An looked at the huge and round West Melon the young girl was holding in her arms. The melon's surface bore delicate and beautiful patterns, and its leaves, still clinging to the vine, were drenched with dew, extremely fresh and vibrant, indeed looking like a melon freshly picked not long ago.
But... since when was there a little melon shed set up within the inner hall of Xianling City?
Why had he never seen it on his way here?
He could see she was struggling to hold the melon, afraid it might slip from her embrace and shatter.
Baili An thought to himself that this girl truly was an honest little lass.
Her lord had asked for a melon, and she must have chosen the biggest one from the shed to bring to him.
Looking at the West Melon, it was almost as large as half her body. If it were left to grow in the shed any longer, it probably would have developed a spirit.
