Christmas is almost here. Seattle is only six or seven degrees Celsius during the day and close to zero at night—it's freezing.
Alaska is close to the Arctic; it'll only be colder.
Katie said mysteriously, "Someone told me that gold is flowing from the mountains in a tributary somewhere on the upper reaches of the Yukon River. Let's go now and come back before Christmas."
"You believe that nonsense?"
"He's my grandfather."
"Why not wait until next summer?" Zhang Jing had many questions.
“It’s easy to run into other treasure hunters in the summer. If I encounter them in the wild, I’ll not only get r***d, I’ll get killed.”
Zhang Jing reminded Katie, “I’m a guy too.”
“You deeply love your girlfriend.”
Heh, so it was because he rejected her after the beach barbecue that night that he
