Qin Siyang had a very long dream.
In the dream, he, Li Tianming, and Qian Wendao stood in a circle in a bathhouse, scrubbing one another's backs, chatting and laughing.
They kept scrubbing and kept laughing.
It was peaceful and wonderful.
By the time Qin Siyang woke up again, he had no idea how much time had passed.
Thinking of that interminable dream, Qin Siyang felt he would have been better off dead.
He sighed and put the bizarre dream out of his mind.
Then he checked his body.
His wounds had mostly healed.
At least the joints that had previously exposed bone were now covered with newly grown flesh and skin.
His body wasn't in agonizing pain anymore, either.
What pain remained was tolerable.
The only thing he couldn't stand was the emptiness in his belly.
His stomach walls were grinding fiercely against each other, demanding more food.
Qin Siyang rummaged through his backpack again.
There was only one piece of bread left.
And half of it was moldy.
At this point, he wasn't about to be picky.
He threw away the moldy half and ate the other half.
Once his body felt a little better, he picked up his backpack, ready to head back.
But now there was another problem.
He was buck naked.
The Safe Zone was a civilized society, after all.
He needed to cover himself.
But the Green-Patterned Armor he had taken off had been corroded down to a single small scrap.
That scrap was only big enough to cover one spot.
He lowered his gaze in thought.
Where should he put it?
Common sense dictated that he cover his crotch.
But then everyone near the Safe Zone would know that he was the one running around naked.
If he covered his face instead...
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