In the jungle, she'd stayed for a full twenty days.
The scenery that met her eyes was nothing but the verdant landscape and the uniformly identical tent campsites.
The mountain roads were bumpy, and even though Ya Tianxing's driving skills were good, the car inevitably shook.
Mo Shangjun closed her eyes to rest, but after a moment, opened them again, tilting her head slightly as she leaned against the door, her head gently resting on the window.
From this angle, she couldn't see Ya Tianxing's face.
Not even a single strand of his hair.
All she could see was his broad shoulders enveloped in a jungle camouflage uniform, upon which a shallow light fell, mysteriously textured.
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyes, her gaze passing through the opposite car window out to the exterior.
