As she watched the approaching figure, Mu Lin's cool, aloof gaze narrowed slightly. Inexplicably, she suddenly felt a strong throb in her chest.
This person was really good-looking, even more so than her master in his youth.
He wore a military uniform, no one could wear it more fittingly than him. His slightly lifted eyebrows and thin lips outlined a shallow curve, his angular features exuded perfection, and his eyes, once cold and deep, now sparkled with warmth, as they calmly looked at her, without speaking a word.
"What are you doing here?" Mu Lin took the initiative to walk towards Jing Chen, tilted her head upwards, and asked in a light voice.
This was a place for new recruits to train, what was he, a Special Forces captain, doing here? Was he here for sightseeing? Or perhaps, he had been idle lately.
Mu Lin favored the latter explanation.
