He spat out a mouthful of bloody dregs.
Your gums have long been worn down, brushing your teeth?
What is that?
He hasn't brushed his teeth for three months.
"Gulu——" My stomach growled again.
For three days, he ate the bark.
No, it should be said to be seven days.
The little eunuch who delivered the meal seven days ago told him to wait, wait, wait, and never came again.
He Hao raised his head and glanced at the hole above his head.
Rain dripped down the cracks, creating a small puddle on the stone slabs.
He crawled over, lay on the ground, stuck out his tongue and licked the water.
The cold liquid slid down his throat, and his stomach twitched again.
