Pei Jiao had not carefully calculated how many days she had stayed in this godforsaken base.
Five days? Ten days? Or twenty? She wasn't sure. In any case, it had not been more than a month. Currently, her vocal cords had recovered and she could speak as normally as before, but she had been pretending and acting.
At first, she would not be able to grasp her acting skills well, especially when she was anxious. She almost spoke. Now that she was used to being mute, she had even learned some sign language for daily communication. However, not many people could understand it except for Wei Yu.
Especially Ji He, the assistant of Wei Yu. It was difficult to communicate with him.
Half an hour later, Pei Jiao would be accompanied by Ji He to find a persimmon tree. She heard that it was the only fruit tree in the base. It was nurtured by Wen Qiong in her early years. It was very good-looking. This was the fourth year of persimmons.
