He lifted a few strands of noodles to his lips, chewing slowly. It was the first time he had truly eaten in years, and the flavor was exquisite. Not a hint of nausea stirred within him.
When Butler Shen happened to catch sight of this, he froze, utterly stunned.
It was as miraculous as seeing the sun rise in the west.
But there Jing Ting was, methodically eating the noodles. This was no dream, But
















