The night passed peacefully. The moment the lights came on the next morning, the painted woman darted out of her room and shook Xu Huo awake, telling him to get out her clothes. She wanted to change into something new.
"When did I bring clothes for you?" Xu Huo asked.
"They're packed with yours." She meant the clothes in the luggage Mr. Dong had packed for him, though Mr. Dong hadn't mentioned them specifically.
Xu Huo took out the suitcase and looked inside. Sure enough, there were clothes for her.
The painted woman picked out a purple dress. After changing in the Restroom, she packed her old dress into a laundry bag and stuffed it into a corner of the suitcase. "It's still in good shape. I'll take it back and wash it."
Then she pulled a bag of snack packs out from under the clothes.
Xu Huo glanced at it. "No wonder we needed three suitcases. They're full of your stuff."
Besides food and clothes, there were even toys and several jars and bottles in indistinct colors.
The painted woman looked rather pleased with herself. "These are all things I like. I have to bring them when I go out."
Then she added at once, "You can't throw them away."
She'd been afraid Xu Huo would find it too much trouble, so she'd secretly discussed it with Mr. Dong.
Xu Huo was at a loss for words. He went to the Transfer Carriage at the back to wash up. When he returned, he saw a crowd of Players gathered by the front door. The painted woman was among them. The moment she spotted him, she excitedly waved him over, then quickly typed on her Communicator: "Two people died in here, holding each other!"
The two Players who had died