Li Wei did not know how long he had been in shock for. In any case, the empty bowls in front of Ai Hui seemed to have stacked higher and higher.
For a moment, he did not know what to say.
After a long silence, he opened his mouth. “Being a laborer, it’s not easy to return alive.”
At this point, Ai Hui was nearly done eating, and his actions had slowed down. He raised his head and gave a sunny smile. “That’s right. Only two out of two thousand laborers survived.”
A cold shiver ran down Li Wei’s spine. He had spent a long time at the front line and was used to death; however, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a terrifying mortality rate. He finally realized what laborers being “easily killed” meant.
He became silent and observed the young man seated across him.
Ai Hui’s face did not show any signs of vengeance, self-pity, sadness or suffering. He was just sitting there looking calm and earnest, his gaze limpid.