C114 Flee

"Come, let's drink another cup …"

From outside the house came the sounds of talking, drinking, and the fragrance of food entering my nostrils.

I tried to inhale and rubbed my stomach, feeling the hunger in my heart. These old fellows still had the mood to eat and drink when I was unconscious. They were too heartless. No, I also want to eat.

Thinking about it, I sat up. It was okay