Li Wang laid there for what seemed like a decade, simply listening to his own ragged breathing. The darkness creeping in from outside the window made the room feel even heavier. It was getting late. He desperately wanted to stay and think about his feelings, yet his body protested. As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he had missed all his meals for the day.
Sighing, he got up and walked out of his room, tiredly shuffling down the hall. Immediately, he felt dozens of eyes on him, but he ignored them. Slowly, he made his way to the kitchen. The space was immaculate; it seemed someone had cooked and cleaned up already.
"They ate without me… so rude," he muttered under his breath, bending down to search through the cupboards. There were cans of beans, but he had no desire for them. Reaching further back, his hand caught something red. He stretched and fumbled until he finally pulled out a plastic package. Ramen. His eyes gleamed.
