Zhao Zhengfeng tried to endure, but he simply couldn't hold on any longer. He hadn't eaten in days, only drinking water, and now he was starving to the point where his stomach touched his back. His whole body trembled, heart racing with weakness, feeling as if he was about to die.
Before, Zhao Zhengfeng was overtaken by despair, wishing for death. But now, truly on the brink of dying, Zhao Zhengfeng felt terror. His survival instinct made him grab Wei Shuangshuang's arm, desperately pushing her.
"I'm starving! Hurry and get me something to eat." Zhao Zhengfeng felt his eyes were turning green. If he didn't eat soon, he might start gnawing on grass roots and bark, which were said to fill the stomach of disaster victims.
Wei Shuangshuang was annoyed by Zhao Zhengfeng's pestering, and considering Zhao Zhengfeng had been starving for too long, any physical problems would still be her burden. She had no choice but to wipe her face, getting up to prepare food for Zhao Zhengfeng.
