After enduring two full days of intense work without sleep, food, or a single drop of water, Qin Yongping felt as though his stomach were being tightly gripped by an invisible, giant hand. Waves of hunger surged through him relentlessly, becoming almost unbearable.
Finally finishing his very last message, Qin Yongping raised his exhausted head and glanced at the wall clock. The hands pointed toward the number seven. Outside the window, night had already quietly fallen, wrapping the entire city in a hazy dusk.
A sudden jolt of realization struck Qin Yongping like a bolt from the blue. "Oh no, I almost forgot to water the plants!" He hurried over to the balcony and looked down. The potted flowers and plants were like hungry infants waiting to be fed, gazing up at him pathetically. Fortunately, they hadn't withered yet, and Qin Yongping quickly gave them a thorough watering.
Chapter 21