He shook his head and didn't continue speaking. His legs and feet, which had calmed down with the help of tobacco, started trembling again.
"But..." The man in work clothes sighed, "I guess I'm lucky, at least my family is safe... it's just that the house is gone... well, it's just the house that's gone."
[Chin tensed, suppressing negative emotions—frustration?]
[Eyes quickly scan the pile of building materials again, with a strong sense of purpose.]
"Having a place to live is indeed important." Nan Zhubin caught the meaning between his words, probing, "Is there... something holding things up?"
