Baozi picked up an old T-shirt of hers and noticed a mung bean-sized hole at the lower back, its origin unknown.
She held it higher, looking at the small hole against the window, from which a bright light shone.
Luckily, it was on the back. Luckily, it was very, very small.
Baozi didn't mind at all. She quickly folded it and placed it into an enormous suitcase in front of her.
Inside the suitcase, a layer of clothes was already placed. One could see two small, bowl-shaped or triangular undergarments, all in very girlish colors. After laying down the T-shirt, Baozi patted it, then put all her cameras and lenses beside it, and continued to stack more clothes and miscellaneous items on top.
Her mother's voice came from behind, "Whose charging cable is this?"
"Mine."
"Are you taking it with you?"
"Yes."
"You better grab it now! Or you'll forget again!"
"I'll remember."
