Jin Jiuchi had experienced how it felt to be so hungry that he resorted to devouring anything that was within reach, even if it meant a dirty rat that inadvertently crossed the floor. He had experienced how it felt to be so hungry that every cell in his body was screaming in rage and frustration, his teeth grinding in unison, his stomach a pit of torment. He was very familiar with that kind of hunger.
But not this one.
This hunger ran far deeper, an ache that resonated within the chambers of his heart, a longing for something that was not food— of course, how could he ever treat the jade doll as mere food?
