After a long period of slumber, the girl awoke hungry.
She did some rough calculations. Since she had woken up, she had not been full once. The only time she had eaten was when Mo Han had taken her to the Western restaurant for steak. Unfortunately, she had been barely satiated before she had to be rushed to the hospital as a result of the rupturing wound in her abdomen.
A dreaded place like a hospital was somewhere she never wanted to go back to again.
She walked barefoot, her long-sleeved top long enough to cover her hands, while she wore bottoms belonging to the only man she knew. Helplessly, she pulled up the bottoms of her pants to reveal her tiny ankles. Taking small steps, she stepped gingerly on the wooden boards of his home.
The first place she walked to was the fridge. She opened it and unsurprisingly, there was nothing inside she could eat.
