At this moment, a man came over and said, “Hey, I’m sorry, I know I can’t go in myself, but I really want to help out. Please wait here for a second!” He then ran to the convenient store located 100 metres away. Five minutes later, he returned, short of breath, with two massive bags of cup noodles and daily necessities. “This is all I can do… I’m so sorry, and I really appreciate what you are doing!” He looked apologetic, and left immediately after. I was stunned—what caused him to have such faith in me? Why was he apologising? I could not comprehend how Hong Kong had turned into a place where you must actively do something for the protesters just to feel a little less guilty.

In the end, it took us two hours to get to Royal Ascot in Fo Tan. From there, we had to walk to CUHK as all the other roads were blocked. I would never have imagined seeing so many people on such a tiny countryside trail walking towards campus in the middle of the night. They were all holding bags of different sizes. Several muscular men in suits had even rolled up their sleeves, carrying a 5-litre bottle of water on each of their shoulders. Not long after, motorcycles appeared from the top of the hill to help carry heavier supplies back to CUHK. Despite the roadblocks, the motorcycles transported not only supplies, but also people to and from campus.