By eight o'clock, Mo Shangjun arrived on time at the location she had agreed upon with Mu Qixuan.
She had run half the way, at a slightly brisk pace, and had then walked the rest as if resting, so that by the time she arrived, her physical strength had almost fully recovered.
Within two minutes, a military jeep came bouncing down the uneven road and stopped in front of her.
Quickly, the passenger-side door was pulled open, and a figure descended.
The first thing to come into view were black military boots, followed by the trouser legs of a camouflage uniform, the legs were long, the hem tucked into the waistband, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing firm and powerful muscles, the lines of his lower arms were resolute and smooth, his skin bronzed from the relentless sun at the seaside, exuding a wild, textured appeal.
Then, she saw that face.
Wearing a training cap, its brim hiding his forehead, but everything below the eyebrows was completely visible.