He sighed. Forget it. He would make do with the tap water.
He finished his noodles. It tasted really awful, really bad, but it was something he had cooked on his own. If he didn’t eat, he would go hungry; if he did, it would taste awful. He didn't want to die of hunger and starvation, so he had no choice but to bear the bitterness.
He hadn’t really considered this subject, and the noodles were finished.
He entered the study, switched on his computer, and saw the profile photo lit up on the Penguin account. Finally, there was a movement on his stoic face. He opened the interface and punched in some letters.
A Sunny Day will Come: “Still there?”
Lucia heard the beeping sound on her computer and knew someone was looking for her. She didn’t spend a lot of her time using Penguin, and she
