She didn't hide in the clean bed in the bedroom but chose a corner in the stinky living room, curled up behind the sofa.
Only now did she have time to check the things in her backpack.
The backpack was a sixty-kilogram marching pack standard for the Armed Corps, but hers was extra heavy, probably reaching eighty kilograms.
Attached to the large pack were three smaller bags: a tools bag, a medical kit, and a tactical gear package.
Opening the large backpack, the first thing she saw was a note.
It was densely covered in writing.
"I know you're excited, but don't get too excited; you'll be alone on the way back, so be careful. I asked Old Liu to fill your gas tank, and there are two small bottles in the trunk—enough for emergencies. Ah, I envy you for reuniting with your family soon. I traded for two pears, so share them with your brother-in-law and nephew when you get back." — Miao Qi
