"No ——, Master——" Ah Dai sat up abruptly, clearly feeling the tears on his face. As his senses gradually returned, he found himself still in the stone chamber, his body twitching slightly.
"Master is dead, Master is already dead." Ah Dai mumbled, pulling out a steamed bun wrapped in silver tin from his bosom, "Master, did you enjoy watching me eat steamed buns? Alright, I'll eat for you to see." He forcefully broke the steamed bun he had been preserving into two. Though it was kept from spoiling due to the silver tin, the bun turned exceptionally hard. Ah Dai carried on as if unaware of its change, gently pried the silver tin off the bun and put it into his mouth to chew rigorously. The bun, dry and stiff, made it gradually more difficult for him to breathe. He was gulping down with all his might; his gums had been sliced open by the hard bun, the salty taste of blood intermingled with the hard bread, continuously swallowed down.
