"Alright." Without hesitation, Jing Chen sat up straight and unflinchingly took off his clothes.
His tall and firm body was covered with old and new scars, big and small.
"Even though I quite admire you soldiers, I do think you lot really don't value your lives." Mu Lin commented indifferently while treating Jing Chen's wounds.
She felt that to them, their own lives seemed more trivial than she thought.
In training or in missions, these people seemed to have no regard for their lives. During this period of time in the boot camp, not only were their bodies trained, but their minds were too. Unfortunately, there were some things that Mu Lin still disagreed with.
They had their stubbornness, and she, her tenacity.
These people would risk their lives for strangers they did not know or recognize. But in Mu Lin's eyes, the only one worthy of her risking her life for in this world was her master; now, there wasn't anyone.
