His clothes were in rags, his hair was a matted mess, and he gave off a strong, sour odor, like a long-term homeless beggar. I quickly waved my hands, trying to keep my voice gentle. "I won't hurt you. I just want to ask, are you hurt?"
"No, don't kill me, hehe..." The man suddenly relaxed and laughed, his laughter tinged with a hint of foolishness. But then he nervously clutched the thing in his hand tight against his chest, his voice trembling, "T-Then don't rob me either, my steamed bun..."
The thing in his hand was covered in mud and dirt, barely recognizable as a steamed bun. He took a bite, and dry, hard crumbs fell all over the ground. Immediately, he broke into a violent coughing fit that made his whole body shake, as if he were trying to cough up his lungs.
Chapter 212