When Bai Xiaosheng came out again, his face bore a hint of embarrassment, and his shoulder was wet with tears.
Cheng looked at him in disbelief and awe, a hint of worship flickering in his gaze.
The woman in the yard, Lola, she was a former special forces member who really had killed people during her service.
Sometimes, Cheng would catch her eye and feel a bit terrified.
How ruthless she was, her delicate hands bloody and battered from hitting the sandbag, without so much as a whimper, she continued to strike.
Cheng once believed she didn't even know what pain was.
Crying, something so unimaginable, Cheng also thought that it was something impossible for Lola.
Yet, Bai Xiaosheng achieved it, and in just two minutes no less—this was simply—abnormal!
Cheng thought this and really looked at Bai Xiaosheng as if he were a freak.
That look made Bai Xiaosheng a bit sullen.
Wei Xuelian stood beside him watching with a playful look in her eyes, also somewhat curious.
