"Cough... Cough cough..."
Lin Ergou woke up from hunger.
My throat was as dry as if I had swallowed sandpaper, and my stomach was so empty that it ached and twisted, as if there was an invisible hand turning things inside out. He struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was the dark beams covered with thick layers of cobwebs. The "bed" he was lying on was hard, and the straw covered with it made his skin itchy.
