Mu Yuze stared at the closed door, mind blanking out.
Along with the realization of who that young man was, a dreadful sensation swooped through his stomach, causing him to wince. He stepped away from the door and sat down on the couch, all the while rubbing his slightly churning stomach.
Weird… why was he feeling so restless? Was it because he still had not had breakfast this morning?
He had gotten used to eating only one meal per day, for God's sake! He would already be thankful if it was not some kind of dry bread, stale biscuits or spoiled leftovers. And when such a thing occurred, he would usually take them home, steeped them in hot water and wolfed them down like soup. He never had any problems eating like that for years. So why…?
