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"No—, Teacher—" Ah Dai sat up fiercely, clearly feeling the tears on his face. As he gradually regained consciousness, he realized he was still inside the stone chamber, his body twitching slightly.
"Teacher is dead, Teacher is already dead." Ah Dai muttered to himself as he took out the steamed bun wrapped in silver tin from his embrace. "Teacher, did you enjoy watching me eat steamed buns? Okay, I'll eat for you to see." He forcefully broke the long-preserved steamed bun into two halves. Despite being wrapped in silver tin, the steamed bun had not spoiled, but it had become unusually hard. Ah Dai, as if unaware of the change in the bun, gently peeled off the silver tin and put it into his mouth, chewing vigorously. The dry steamed bun made Ah Dai's breathing increasingly difficult. He swallowed desperately, and due to the excessive force, his gums were already cut by the hard bun, the salty and bloody taste mixed with the dry bun being swallowed continuously.
