Nighttime, eleven o'clock.
The moonlight is just right, like water, it spills over the ground, casting a silver glow over everything.
Mo Shangjun sits on a tree, one leg propped on a branch, the other dangling down. She leisurely eats sunflower seeds, as if she were on vacation, relaxed and comfortable.
The sound hides in the wind, quickly dispersed, not traveling far, so no one notices.
In Mo Shangjun's line of sight, there is a figure dressed in camouflage uniform lying prone, without any cover, making them quite conspicuous under the moonlight with the marine pattern.
That's Chen Shuhao.
She holds a sniper rifle, motionless in the grass, aiming at a target ahead through the scope.
Mo Shangjun finishes a whole pack of sunflower seeds, and Chen Shuhao still hasn't gotten up or shown signs of wrapping up.
