C180 Losing Food

"So you wanted to go back for your clothes. Why didn't you tell me sooner? If you catch a cold, I'll worry about you, you silly Ho Lan," Chuxue said, taking Ho Lan's hand as they walked back together.

"Chuxue, hold on a second," Ho Lan said, releasing Chuxue's arm and picking up a torch. "It's pitch-black all around, and our car is quite a distance away, on a curve no less. With a torch