Jiang Feng experienced this feeling for the first time. He had eaten Li Hongzhang hodgepodge, and even harsher pure meat dumplings than that, but none of those had given him this feeling.
All the suppressed, unvented pressure, anxiety, resentment, anger, and various other negative emotions that had been tormenting him these days erupted as the chewed pigeon egg was swallowed along with those feelings, making Jiang Feng want to weep, want to cry loudly, want to bury his face in the table and sob unabashedly.
That's what Jiang Feng thought, and that's what he did.
He cried with his bowl in hand, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping into the soup. He started in silence, but gradually his cries grew louder, until he was crying so much he could no longer swallow.
Everything had lost its meaning; Jiang Feng now didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to cry his heart out.
He finally understood what had been torturing him all these days.
It was guilt.
