Mo Shangjun ignored him, picked up the water bottle from the ground, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of water, tilting her head back.
Xiang Yongming watched her fluid motions, thinking to himself that there was something unusual about her, that whatever she did, she did with an effortlessly bold demeanor.
"Where's the bag?"
After finishing her drink and screwing the cap back on, Mo Shangjun asked casually.
"..." Xiang Yongming's heart skipped a beat at the sudden question, and he looked a bit flustered, "I mean, Deputy Company Commander Mo, there's nothing to say, I'll be going now."
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun turned her head and repeated, "Where's the bag?"
Her eyes were calm as still water, unfazed, as though she made the inquiry in passing. But under her gaze, one felt an invisible pressure, as if a single wrong word spelled doom.
Xiang Yongming licked his lips, feeling somewhat regretful.
This... was akin to seeking death.
