Xi Luo looked at Zong Zhan with a sarcastic expression, not speaking for a long time.
In the clash of ideas between men and women, it's inevitable that each will argue their own standpoint, and continuing the debate would lead to no conclusion.
Xi Luo had no bias against Zong Zhan, she just couldn't accept his occasional machismo.
...
Time flows like water, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.
In early April in the Imperial Capital, the temperature was comfortable, and flowers were blooming alongside the green willows.
Xi Luo's popularity in the camp was also on the rise.
After all, being the only female reporter personally carried to the dormitory by the Iron-faced Yama, she was one of a kind in the camp.
Even Zong Zhan gradually noticed something unusual.
This woman was thriving in the camp life.
That morning, the sky was clear, and the camp was undergoing a shooting training at the range.
