The Blessing of Suimang

The black-haired boy stared at the dining table before him. His hand trembled around his chopsticks. His eyes were closed, yet he still couldn't bring himself to eat the food in front of him. He had been hungry for nearly two weeks. His throat was dry and sore, his body weak, and his thoughts sluggish, but he still couldn't bring himself to lift his trembling chopsticks.