Song Xiaodong hugged Sun Yiyi, gently patting her back, and said, "I have some bad news to tell you."
Sun Yiyi lifted her head, her eyes already filled with tears, and said, "As long as you're not dead, all other news is good news."
Song Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders and said, "But this really is bad news, the crocodile has made off with our backpack, and now we've lost everything, except for a dagger."
"So what if it's gone," Sun Yiyi didn't care at all.
"Without our things, we can't tell directions now, we don't have any food, and we don't have a tent to sleep in."
Sun Yiyi lifted her chin and declared, "Then consider this a true wilderness survival test. Could it actually stump the two of us?"
"You're right about that, we've got to keep on living."
Sun Yiyi looked at Song Xiaodong and asked, "You rascal, how did you manage to escape just now?"
