(4.3)

Hanzi naturally won't answer her questions.

After a few beats, she did not respond when she saw the cold son. After thinking about it, she went over and picked up the down jacket she had lost yesterday, wrapped up the dirty feet of the cold son, and dragged him toward the mountain stream like a corpse. Although it was a little laborious, ten minutes later, she was dragged down into the mountain stream.

"Gee, disgusting thieves." Looking at the bloody cold son floating in the shallow stream, she gave a low rebuke, stood above the stream, took the down clothes as a rag, closed her eyes and washed the...