"There's no such rule."
It was Peng Yuqiu's voice.
Liang Zhiqiong was stunned for a full three seconds before slowly coming to her senses.
She slowly lifted her head from the ground.
This disheveled appearance was hardly appealing.
Her face was covered with dust and speckled with grass, with messy hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks due to sweat. Even the most beautiful face, after enduring intense training, would lose some of its allure, not to mention how bedraggled she looked now.
She blinked her eyes.
Her eyes were large, with light brown irises. At the moment she lifted her eyes, it was as if light gradually spread from the depths of her eyes, only to slowly settle back into calm.
The figure that met her eyes was undoubtedly that of Peng Yuqiu.
Having endured the same level of training, Peng Yuqiu, when compared to Liang Zhiqiong's bedraggled state, appeared quite neat.
