Tick, tick.
The cold water drops hit his forehead, making Su Mingyu shiver. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and his vision changed from blurry to clear. What came into view was the rotten thatched roof. Rainwater was persistently seeping from large and small holes, forming small puddles on the muddy ground.
It felt like there was a ball of fire in my stomach, and the burning sensation came in waves, and it was so empty that it was scary. All the limbs and bones were limp and unruly.
This is... Thatched shed?
The tide of memories came in, the young but sallow face of the original owner, the three heavy words "Black Category 5", and what followed - food shortage. The feeling of dying hunger is terrifyingly real.
In the distance, in the direction of the commune cafeteria, there was a faint harsh sound of scraping the bottom of an iron pot, one after another, making people's hearts tense. The voice was hollow, as if mocking every hungry stomach.
Su Mingyu tried to move, but his body felt like lead.
At this moment, the broken door curtain of the thatched shed was opened very lightly to create a gap.
