"I just need someone who can survive."
The voice was decisive, each word floating into Mo Shangjun's ears.
Mo Shangjun paused, her curiosity turning into amusement and probing, as her eyes stared directly at Ya Tianxing across from her.
The corners of her eyes and brows lifted slightly, and though her expression held a hint of casual laziness, her gaze was earnest, her profound pupils becoming all the more inscrutable.
It was clear that Ya Tianxing wasn't just humoring her.
After a moment, Mo Shangjun's lips curved slightly into a smile, "Congratulations, you've convinced me in some respect."
Ya Tianxing laughed, unsurprised as he asked, "So, in which respect did I not convince you?"
"Not everyone is cut out for the special forces," Mo Shangjun shrugged her shoulders, "and not everyone can be a soldier for life."
As for any point of view, as long as it was rational, she could accept it.
