Sometimes, there's a kind of pain that's called unspeakable, because language can no longer describe the feeling of the situation.
Mr. Su Bai slowly breathed out the remaining half of his cigarette,
and in just an instance of exhaling smoke, the scene completely changed.
It wasn't just Mr. Su Bai, but also the tumors in the train carriage seemed stunned by the surprise that fell from the sky. Even the young man in the shirt twitched his mouth unconsciously and muttered,
"Humans are really... interesting."
Yes, interesting,
and,
very interesting.
"Let's go eat."
The young man gently waved his hand, and the tumors in the car suddenly came to their senses, roaring and rushing out from the broken windows.
Mr. Su Bai stood still, surprised, and after all the tumors had dashed out, he pinched the cigarette in his palm with his fingers and pointed at his face:
"Not eating me?"
The young man shook his head. "It seems now that food won't be scarce anymore."
