C104 Who Are You Worried About?

"Mr. Henson, if I get sick later, can you not throw me away? I'm afraid of the wilderness alone!" Connie begged with misty eyes.

"Then you better not get sick."

The wind was strong in the mountains. Although her hair was still wet, it was still blown by the wind. It made people panic. The two of them walked for another ten kilometers, and the sky was already completely dark