Brother Zhang shook his head while setting up the mahjong tiles and said, "You know that was the past, can the past be compared to now? I used to eat my fill every meal and was a big fat man weighing 200 pounds, look at me now."
As he spoke, Brother Zhang tugged at the dry, loose skin under his arm, which used to be fat! Now, after several months of devastation wrought by the Apocalypse, only two layers of skin remained.
Luo Hui forced himself to calm down; Brother Zhang's words made him somewhat uneasy. When he had escorted Su Xiangmei there, indeed, there were many teary-eyed people in the research institute—mostly older individuals or bewildered children.
There shouldn't be anything wrong. He would just visit her again in a few days.
With that thought, Luo Hui managed a smile and joined his teammates in a game of mahjong.
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