Li Zhe had never expected that when he eagerly awaited Fang Yaoyao bringing him his computer, phone, and several important documents, he would instead be told that his phone had been smashed and found lodged against the wall of his house.
The computer screen was cracked, and several keys were missing from the keyboard.
One blow after another crashed down on him, nearly breaking him completely.
Only when Fang Yaoyao placed a bowl of porridge in front of him did his intense hunger briefly drag him back from the brink. His trembling, aching hands reached for the bowl, which at that moment felt like a lifeline.
Unfortunately, perhaps because his arm was also severely injured, he barely lifted the bowl halfway to his lips before his fingers gave out.
The bowl slipped from his grasp.
Scalding porridge spilled onto the blanket and splashed onto the floor.
Fang Yaoyao, who had just turned around to fetch something else, was startled by the sound.
