Damn it, even a cherry tomato is so fucking curly in this apocalyptic world?
Shao Xiao felt that sooner or later he would die from his basic misunderstanding of this fucked up world.
For example, right now, he is squatting on the edge of the East Area scrapyard of "Ark 7", using half a rusty iron spoon to carefully scrape the last trace of grease remaining on the inner wall of a discarded can.
