In a daze, Guo ShouQue seemed to glimpse fleeting illusions rising from the steam of the pot.
Within the illusion, a yellow and white dog was sitting alone on the road, turning to look back, with glistening tears in its eyes.
Don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me!
What did I ever do wrong to be tormented by you like this? Why are you treating me this way?
Such an innocent yet resentful voice echoed in my ears, making me empathize with the sadness—it suddenly made the soft rice in my mouth and the loving fish in the pot lose their flavor.
All happiness belongs to others, while I have nothing.
Guo ShouQue paused his chewing for a moment, the ivory chopsticks trembled slightly, and at this moment, he felt an unprecedented... loneliness!
Just at this instant, for some reason, everyone in the audience experienced a strange illusion.
—He seems like a dog.
"So humble.
