In the dimly lit apocalypse supermarket, Hua Mi spoke while Huo Jing closed his eyes, involuntarily nodding his head to the rhythm of the flashy lights.
Yes, yes, yes, dazzling, dazzling, dazzling, blinding, blinding, blinding.
His head was even ringing with the tune, "The vast horizon is my love~~ What kind of rhythm, is the most swaying, the most swaying..."
Hua Mi saw this and found it odd, so she asked,
"What are you immersing yourself in with your eyes closed?"
She was wearing protective goggles from a level 8 factory and couldn't feel the full killing power of her own flashy seven-colored lights.
And she could clearly see the expression on Huo Jing's face.
Huo Jing was startled and rubbed his eyes awkwardly,
"Ah, I've been doing some hard labor in the rain recently, so my eyesight has gotten a bit poor."
"Poor eyesight?"
Hua Mi, considerately looking at the fine rain slanting outside the door, understood and said,