Tang Ye pats his shoulder, his smile revealing the familiar phrase: "You're a good man."
Perhaps in high spirits, Li Songhua fills his glass with red wine and drinks it in one gulp. His face is flushed, whether from the wine or the mood is unclear.
"Cheers!"
Tang Ye takes a sip. As zombies taste things differently from humans, he doesn't enjoy wine the same way. To him, it's like water, without any particular taste.
Humans drink water to quench their thirst; to zombies, water merely exists, providing no sense of satisfaction. It's flavorless and empty, even gross.
"Cheers."
"Brother Nian, if you ever need anything, ah, feel free to ask me. No matter how busy I am, I'll help you out!"
"Well, that's good."
The large transport plane has taken off, flying towards Lin City. Tang Ye observes the increasingly magnified ground, and the distant Hua City, as decayed and crumbling as Lin City, and sighs.
