Even the heavens themselves seemed utterly devoid of sympathy for beauty in distress; Tang Yuran and her fellow students had been in military training for several days, relentlessly scorched by the fierce sun overhead.
On the fifth day of military training, Tang Yuran and the others finally made it through an hour of standing at attention, and their instructor mercifully allowed them a fifteen-minute break under the shade of the trees.
All the students staggered over to the trees, too exhausted to even utter a complaint.
Tang Yuran felt her camouflage uniform clinging to her, soaked through with sweat and horribly uncomfortable.
Dragging her feet, she made her way to the shade and plopped down.
Qin Yiyi was fairing rather well, though. Despite her petite stature, after an hour in the sun, her complexion was only slightly flushed with no signs of fatigue.
