"Brat." Nie Chenglang smiled indulgently, his face a mix of helplessness and joy.
"Chenglang, are you cold? I'll give you my clothes," Xu Chaomu said, noticing that his shirt was soaked through.
"I'm carrying you on my back. Do you think I could be cold?" Nie Chenglang obviously didn't want the clothes.
"You're saying I'm heavy again."
"Don't you have school? Don't tell me you plan to patrol the mountains every day?"
"I do have school, but I've been in a bad mood these past few days, so I'm not going."
Nie Chenglang's tone became serious, "That won't do. I'll take you to school tomorrow morning."
"No, don't chase me away. I don't want to go back; I really don't."
"What's wrong? Unhappy?"
"It's nothing." Xu Chaomu became stubborn and refused to say more.
Going back, they didn't want to see her, and she didn't want to see them either.
They were unhappy, and so was she.
