Mo Shangjun heard footsteps again.
Light and unhurried, accompanied by the sound of the wind, they approached not cautiously but rather openly, with no killing intent perceived around them.
Very much like that person from yesterday.
Feeling someone's gaze on her, Mo Shangjun couldn't continue sleeping and simply opened her eyes.
The man had already come closer, only two or three meters away. Seeing her wake up, he too stopped, crossed his arms, lowered his eyelids, and looked her over with a scrutinizing gaze.
From Mo Shangjun's angle, she could only see his military boots, long legs, and the coat of his uniform. He stood against the light, his face hidden in the dimness.
Shucking off the hat from her face, Mo Shangjun sat up and tilted her head slightly to look at the newcomer.
Her vision was much clearer now, and that face naturally came into view.
