448 Picking Up A Fatty

A few hundred miles away, a certain empty land.

Shen -professional in getting lost- Ying was seated on a large rock, a hand under her chin as she looked opposite at the… shabby looking, huge fatty, who'd just crawled out from the pile of weeds, sweating profusely.

Seeming like he didn't expect to encounter someone, the man was stunned even his few hundred pounds physique froze, on the features that had already been squeezed together, a panicky and bewildered expression surfaced. He stood rooted to the ground, a piece of yellowed weed was still swinging before his forehead.

The two met eyes for a good while,

"Hey, good afternoon." Shen Ying greeted.

"… Hi?" The man instinctively replied.

Yet Shen Ying had looked away, seeming not very interested and habitually pulled out a pack of pastries to munch on. The man remained unmoved, his entire body tense, his eyes filled with inquiry, as if recalling something, his eyes fixed onto her sleeves.