Evening, ten o'clock.
The grueling 20-hour overload training had finally ended, and the team was given the chance to make their way from the base back to the camp.
On the way back, Mo Shangjun sent someone to find Shui Sheng.
The light rain in the night drizzled persistently, and the rain, along with the night breeze, hit her body, carrying a chill.
Mo Shangjun asked Ya Tianxing to go ahead first. She herself wore a raincoat and followed at the back of the team. Utilizing the dim light, she walked leisurely, always managing to avoid the biggest puddles and mud pits. Navigating the dirt-covered roads didn't seem so terrible.
After creating a certain distance from the team ahead, Mo Shangjun heard the sound of approaching footsteps. A light jog, not too hurried, splashing through mud and water, the sound faint yet distinct.
Soon, the person entered her line of sight.
She had seen Shui Sheng before.
