Chapter 399
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
âIf you donât eat the food, Iâll call Mr. Loftus,â she wrote.
Before she came here, Curtis had given Gusâ phone number to her, just in case they needed to contact
each other for the time theyâd be posted in the village. Curtis had also told her that if she had any
trouble, she could ask Gus for help.
When Gus saw the message from Debbie, he shot an incredulous glance at her, just in time to catch
her returning the phone back into her pocket.
âIâve never seen such an annoying woman!â Gus cursed.
His voice wasnât that loud but was enough to be heard by their schoolmates. As Gusâ eyes were fixated
at Debbie, everyone instantly understood who the annoying woman was in his mouth.
The villagers were preparing the wine at one side so they didnât hear it. Gail and the other girls
chuckled under their breaths.
What had Debbie done to earn his rebuke? Was it something major that
Gus would carry the disagreement back to school?
Unimpressed by Gusâ behavior so far, Jared put down his chopsticks and wanted to retort. But Debbie
grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
âNever mind. Go on with your meal,â she persuaded
At least, Debbieâs message had gotten home. Feeling pressured, Gus had already taken his chopsticks
and begun to take a bite of the food. As such, Debbie thought it was unnecessary to let Jared join the
argument.
Yet, a question suddenly rose in her heart. She didnât understand why
Curtis had to ask Gus to come with her.
In the middle of the meal, the village headâs wife came to the dinner table after finishing her housework.
A student stood up and politely ceded his seat to her. But she shook her head and chose to sit next to
Debbie.
As Debbie was relishing the special flavor of the peach blossom wine made by the villagers, she finally
got to know why the village headâs wife chose to sit next to her. She realized that she was specially
treated by the village headâs wife. The woman happily greeted in her local dialect and proceeded to add
more food onto Debbieâs plate.
Although Debbie didnât understand her Language, she could feel the hospitality in her tone and
suppressed the urge to stop the woman from adding food onto her plate.
Seeing how the two got along so well, Jared said jokingly whether the village headâs wife wanted
Debbie to stay and marry her son. Debbie would probably have a dotting mother-in-law.
Amidst amused giggles, everyoneâs eyes turned to Debbie, who pretended offense at Jaredâs joke
After dinner, the village head took them to attend a campfire party.
The bone chilling cold on the way made them yearn for the bonfire so much that when they finally
arrived, they couldnât hide their excitement.
A group of young boys and girls dressed in cultural costumes were on the site to entertain their visitors
with dance and song. Beaming with glee, they greeted and invited the students to dance together.
Debbie joined the dancing group too. On her left hand was a pretty girl dressed in a yellow cultural
costume; while on her right hand was the handsome son of the village head, also dressed in a cultural
costume and a large woven hat on his head.
The young man and a few of the young villagers had basic compulsory education, so they at least had
enough conversational fluency in standard Mandarin to have chit chat with the students. It was sheer
fun to finally have locals to talk to, ask questions and learn about the culture.
After the campfire party, Debbie went back to her room, feeling thoroughly entertained. But she
shivered in cold again when she went back to her room. In a few minutes, without washing her face,
she quickly went to her bed.