Snap.
In the dim corner of the house where the kitchen firelight couldn't reach, a wooden chair was overturned.
The weary figure sat between the two upturned wooden legs, using them to support his weight, so he wouldn't collapse into the stench of excrement and vomit.
The sound of painful gasping echoed in the darkness, persisting. At some point, a rustling sound arose, and the deep figure moved away from the chair, approached the firelight, revealing Lu Li's pale and weakened face.
The abdominal cramps continued, but Lu Li no longer waited on the makeshift toilet, because there was nothing left for him to expel.
He was already dehydrated.
The abandoned wooden bowl once again filled with distilled water, that almost clear, kerosene-scented water was poison, the source of sin, drawing him into an irrevocable abyss like seawater, even a glance would seize his mind with a terrifying sense of nausea.
