Zhong Hui had a dream. He dreamed that he was about to starve to death. He was leaning against the dirty stones and his eyes were too tired to open. Gradually, he smelled a fishy smell, so close to him, so close.
He just moved his heavy eyelids to open them, but they were covered by a thin hand. There was a touch of warmth around his mouth. He stretched out his tongue and licked it. It was blood. It was so sweet. Zhong Hui raised his head slightly and sucked greedily. Now... I won't starve to death. I can still survive today...
After sucking for a while, Zhong Hui pushed the finger in front of him with his tongue, and then another piece of dry lips pressed against his lips. The man clumsily pried open his teeth, biting Zhong Hui just like he sucked his finger. Then Zhong Hui tasted a bitter taste, and his tears slipped quietly.