Dressed as Liu Chen in the deserted temple of Changshan County in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, he had been hungry all day. Yesterday he was delivering takeaways, and today he was squatting in a haystack eating rotten cakes. When I was thirteen years old, I had just been dragged back from under the knife in the autumn. The smell of sour earth made my Adam's apple tremble, and the thought of the Coke bubbles exploding at the base of my tongue made my teeth itch. In the middle of the night, I crawled out to pee and just loosened my belt when the light screen popped up in front of my eyes - the system dinged: Binding successful. I clutched my trousers and squatted in the corner, grinning: I can turn over even when I'm hungry.
