Like a walking corpse.
Living every day in such a cramped and dimly lit cage, Chen Kainan's psyche had already suffered indelible and tremendous damage.
Du Nanxue took a chicken drumstick from the plate and tossed it over as if feeding a dog.
Chen Kainan couldn't remember the last time he had eaten meat, but to him, it felt like at least several years had passed.
Yes,
in such an environment, one's sense of time becomes disordered.
Hiss... hiss...
Smelling the aroma of the chicken leg, Chen Kainan's brain might have been indifferent, but his body's innate hunger forced him to crawl up painfully and pounce on the chicken leg on the ground.
Following that, Chen Kainan grabbed the chicken leg like a wild beast and began to tear and bite into it, unwilling to discard even the hard bone scraps.
The fresh and juicy taste of the chicken leg stimulated his taste buds and gradually brought Chen Kainan back from his daze.
