Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

To get to the Southon Village, Debbie and her schoolmates had first taken a two-hour ride on a high-speed train. Then they transferred to a bus, which took them seven hours. By the time they arrived, it was already dark. The bus had bumped all the way along the rugged mountain roads, jolting the passengers on it badly. Debbie never had carsickness, but this time, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. She bent down on the roadside and retched a few times, but didn't vomit.

A few of her schoolmates had begun vomiting as soon as they got off the bus.

The pungent smell of vomit and the disgusting sight of it only made things worse for Debbie. Just when she felt she was safe, her stomach churned violently, and in one loud retch she threw up.

Dixon opened the lid off his water bottle and handed it to Debbie to wash her mouth. "There's no hot water right now. Just take a few sips of this bottle of water first," he said.

Debbie took the bottle and rinsed the taste out of her mouth with the water. Now that she felt much better, she was finally in a mood to appreciate the scenery.

As they stood up high and looked around, the students could see the small village in the distance—dozens of houses lined up at the foot of the mountain. Most of the houses were smallish one-storey houses, with the tallest standing only three-storey up.

Still feeling exhausted from the journey, Debbie stretched herself. It was refreshing to finally breathe the clean air of the countryside.

But the biggest problem was... the piercing coldness in the mountain area.

A gust of cold wind blew over, threatening to freeze them into icy stumps sticking out of permafrost.

Although they all came in warm clothing, they were not prepared for biting cold. The girls soon began to complain. Even some of the boys found it worse than they had expected.

Once the villagers learnt of the students' arrival, many of them, especially children, stood at the entrance of the village to welcome the group. As Debbie and her schoolmates walked towards the villagers, they were shocked to realize that the children's faces and hands were turning red from exposure while they waited. And it really gripped Debbie's heart that the kids wore old, worn-out cotton clothes, which were far from enough to keep them warm in such harsh weather. Worse still, some of the children wore thin, baldly beaten shoes.

With wide eyes, the children stared curiously at the visitors from the big city. Expectation and eagerness to learn about the outside world were obvious on their faces.

Behind the children, there stood a group of old or middle-aged women, wearing genuine, welcoming smiles on their tanned faces. They raised their gnarled hands and waved enthusiastically.

The scene moved most of the students close to tears. Born and brought up in affluence, they were jolted, coming face to face with such abject poverty for the very first time.

though they had already mentally prepared themselves before they came, the squalid living conditions here

the village tomorrow, so the students would start their work from tomorrow. After greeting the students, the

And some were

their rooms, hers was much better. The conditions were indeed terrible. The room was simple with only a wooden bed, a rickety

new and

at their different rooms, the group gathered at the village head's house and had dinner together.

dishes were served, everything from fresh farm ingredients. There was rabbit meat, turkey, pork and fish. All generously provided by farmers across the village. Although the dishes didn't look all that decorated, the aroma

tea, to get some warmth. Gus and Jared, both born into aristocracy, kept killing time by playing games on their phones, without even lifting

have taken the women who volunteered to prepare the meals. 'The villagers would find it insulting, if we don't eat, ' she thought.

his phone aside and grabbed his chopsticks to pick a

his aloofness, Debbie rolled her

this meal for us. Maybe these foods are not good enough for you guys, but for them, these are the best. Probably, they will only have the

words, all the students obeyed him and began

we have anything to charge our phones

instantly understood what Debbie meant to say. "No," he answered,

off their luggage, all of their attention was on how bad the living conditions were, so nobody noticed whether there was any socket in the room

the village head and the other villagers came in with some pots of wine in their hands. Seeing them coming in, the students had to suppress their complaints and quietly ate the food again.

the phone, Gus squinted at Debbie. "Stupid!" he spat out.

if there was a socket in his room, and to his relief,

Debbie took out her phone and texted him. "If you don't eat the food, I'll

they needed to contact each other for the time they'd be posted in the village. Curtis had

to catch her returning the phone back into her pocket. "I've never seen such an annoying woman!"

but was enough to be heard by their schoolmates. As Gus' eyes were fixated at Debbie, everyone instantly understood who the annoying woman was in his