"A blade can cut through flesh, but the heart can cut through the soul. Even a blind man can do anything he sets his heart on!" Pei Qin stood up, looking impatiently at him.
Mo Heng silently repeated, "A blade can cut through flesh, but the heart can cut through the soul?" His heart suddenly clenched tight.
He didn't let Pei Qin find him more work to do, instead Pei Wendong sent him back.
After the 15th of July, the hot weather was almost over.
Now, Fang Liuming could easily run three laps around Taiping Town without any trouble. After checking his progress, Pei Qin had Pei Yuan find some old cloth to make two sandbags, and told Fang Liuming to tie them to his legs while running every day.
Holding the two sandbags, Fang Liuming was a bit confused and finally understood the implication of Pei Qin's words that 'it's not just as simple as running.' Once the bags were tied to his legs, even walking felt heavy, let alone running.
"This is how I trained!" Pei Qin patted his shoulder.
