On the road, Mu Shuangshuang didn't let that stall owner affect her mood for shopping.
Just like before, her eyes scanned the wide array of goods in the marketplace, hoping to find something she needed.
Lu Yuanfeng walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her.
In his mind, he was still thinking about the words Shuangshuang said earlier, the sachet to ward off mosquitoes.
When Lu Yuanfeng was in the Northwest Camp, the people there would incense some herbal-like things into their clothing.
After doing so, even when outdoors, mosquitoes wouldn't bite them.
"Shuangshuang, actually..."
"Lu Yuanfeng, actually..."
They both started speaking almost at the same time, their words surprisingly in sync.
"Haha, you go first," Mu Shuangshuang laughed.
"Better if Shuangshuang goes first!" Lu Yuanfeng shook his head, responding to Mu Shuangshuang.
