Yu Fuce hadn't eaten or drunk anything for an entire day and night.
His hunger was so intense that his chest felt glued to his back.
In the airtight room, oppression and fear grew uncontrollably in the pitch-black darkness.
He was Old Mrs. Yu's most cherished grandson, pampered and doted on since childhood. He had never endured such humiliation; just one day and one night, and he was already at his limit.
"Grandmother, brother, when will you come to save me...?"
He murmured, drifting into a deep slumber.
"Nana..."
In his dreams, he saw his radiant, gentle, and obedient lover. Each time they met, she would personally cook for him, giving him a sense of home warmth.
Though a movie star, her cooking skills were truly impressive, successfully capturing his stomach. Unfortunately, at the time, he didn't care much and had taken it for granted.
Now, the thing he missed the most was the bowl of three-flavor noodles Nana once made for him.
