Xue Fanxin ran for an entire day. Her legs were sore and her feet were blistering. She had yet to finish running ten laps.
At this moment, the sun had already set and the sky was about to turn dark, but she was still one lap away from finishing her run.
"Perseverance is victory. There's still the last lap. All the best." Xue Fanxin cheered herself on. She held on to her body, which had already reached its limit, and forced herself not to collapse.
She did not run at all during her last lap. Instead, she walked slowly and moved step by step. With every step, Xue Fanxin had to bear the heart-wrenching pain from her feet.
The sky gradually darkened. Many small animals had already returned to their nests. Only some small animals that were not afraid of the night stayed. They followed Xue Fanxin boredly and watched her walk forward with difficulty.
