Han Ruochen raised her hand to refuse Tong Zhaodi. "There is no need. This one sailing point has a lot of turbulence; even I am not confident that I will be able to return uninjured. How can I take you along with me? This is a risk that I shall take alone."
"No, there is no such thing as only sharing the joy and hiding when it rains." Tong Zhaodi shook her head and took the rope from Han Ruochen. She started untying the rope and continued speaking. "And I don't want to go back home; it will be better to go to this dangerous sailing point than to go back home." These days had been exceptionally hard on her. In the past, she could bring twenty yuan home, so her mother would at least give her some rice gruel in exchange for the twenty yuan that she brought back home.
