Feeling the soft skin on Dong Li's hand, Fu Xiaoling looked at Dong Li oddly.
"Dong Li, why don't you have any calluses on your hands, and why is your skin so white? There's not even a hint of sun or wind damage."
Although the standard of living in the post-apocalyptic world was much better than in the zombie apocalypse, life was still hard. Everyone had to work, and under the sun and wind, even the whitest skin would turn wheat-colored, and hands would develop calluses.
That was the case for her.
The fair skin she once took pride in had long since turned wheat-colored.
Of course, parts not exposed to the sun were still very white...
Dong Li smiled awkwardly: "I usually take a little care of myself, and I'm always wrapped up tightly when I go out..."
It wasn't just her, nearly all members of the Changsheng Adventure Group paid a lot of attention to skincare.
