As night fell, the lights in the military camp flickered, and the soldiers stood guard. It was not as prosperous as the city, as if they had returned to ancient times. There was no busy rhythm, but it gave people a sense of security.
"Uncle," Her small hands hugged his neck tightly, and her small face rubbed against his chest.
Mo Yanchen remained calm and carried her back to the room. He placed her on the bed, covered her with the blanket, and went out.
Shen chengjing reached out to press on her aching knee and quickly brought a basin of hot water to her side. She took off her socks and pressed her feet back and forth a few times with her broad palms. She found that they were not dislocated.
His hand moved from her foot to her knee. He saw that her body was stiff. He tore her pants decisively and saw that her knee was red and swollen. The skin and flesh were blurry. It was obvious that the collision was not light.
