Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Avoiding Gus, Debbie found a quiet corner and sat down, looking blankly into the distance. She was immersed in deep thoughts. 'What's Carlos doing right now? I've been away for a few days. Has he been missing me?'

Since she was on a trip far away from the city, Debbie had left her diamond ring behind.

"Debbie."

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a voice again and she snapped back into reality.

Debbie turned to look at the person and gave him a friendly smile. "Hi, Gregory." Gregory had helped her several times in the past few days and she felt the need to be polite to him though she did want to stay alone and allow herself to indulge in Carlos' memories.

Gregory sat down next to Debbie. "Why are you sitting here alone? Are you feeling cold?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"No, I'm okay."

She thought about her quarrel with Carlos a few days ago, so she wasn't in the mood to talk much. Gregory was a man of few words, so he didn't know what to say next either. Awkward silence filled the air.

He unwittingly stole glances at Debbie, who had loneliness written all over her face. Finally, he broke the silence and asked, "Debbie, you look upset. What happened?"

"Oh...Um... It's nothing, really." Not knowing how to explain what had happened, Debbie gave him an embarrassed smile and then suggested quickly, "Let's go and find the others!" Being alone with someone who had nothing in common with her made Debbie feel uncomfortable.

Gregory stood still, watching his favorite girl walk away from him. He had a lot of questions for her, but they were all stuck in his throat.

that he wasn't in a position to ask such a private question. Left with no

into Gail, who was complaining to another girl about how dirty the village was. She was

Village. Every time she felt like rambling, she would complain to the same girl. But

A boy approached Gail and called her name while she was talking

handed a hot-water bag to Gail and said, "Hi, Gail...Um... I filled this bag with hot water for you. Please use it and keep warm." His heart ached when he saw

her head down shyly, she took the hot-water bag from

out of sight, Gail looked at the bag in

true face to everyone so badly. Yet, she held back her anger. There were times that she felt helpless. If she and Gail were to

the elder cousin, she had to concede

even with Gail, no matter how bad her behavior was. She sighed inwardly and then walked

teasing. "Of course, I do. But what about you? Does a tomboy like you get anything at all from anyone?

stung her heart. She wondered why there were so many men around a tomboy like Debbie. Did all of the men have such bad taste in women? Shifting her gaze from Gregory to Debbie, Gail mocked, "You usually have a stupid puppet in tow, and now there is a weak

must be... Gregory?' Debbie

tongue, but Gregory forestalled her. Without even sparing a glance at Gail, he said, "Being a tomboy means that the girl has a cute, honest and forthright personality. She is what she appears to be. And it's better to be a stupid puppet or a

boy that Debbie was used to, Gregory was now provoking Gail aggressively. Even though he didn't spell out

cute, docile pup which would never bite anyone. But now, he wasn't just biting. He was viciously tearing someone apart. Debbie had never seen Gregory this way, and she was

to utter a single word. It took her a moment to find her voice again. "You...You! How dare you say that I'm

talking about you. Don't get me wrong. Or do you actually think that you are one