Something quietly hung outside her home clothes' collar.
The dazzling brass, reflecting softly under the light, stood out starkly against her black collar.
It was a bullet casing, a very new one, and Leng Zirui, who knew guns, recognized it at a glance as a casing from a Type 64 7.62MM handgun bullet.
Before, when Xu Xia came to his team to practice shooting, she used this type of gun. If he wasn't mistaken, this bullet casing was the one he had given her.
Now, this bullet casing had been meticulously fitted with a loop of the same color, strung on a thin black leather cord, and there was a layer of fine inscriptions on the casing.
However, the inscriptions were facing away from him, so he couldn't see what was written on them.
"Did you have someone customize this?!" Leng Zirui reached out to touch the bullet necklace on her neck, wanting to see what the inscriptions were.
