Twenty days had passed.
Everyone except Yang Yi and Brian was complaining bitterly, because training in the polar climate was really tough and painful.
But Yang Yi was suffering even more. He would rather go out and join the others in training than spend all day alone in the room, assembling and disassembling, endlessly fiddling with those few guns.
Yang Yi could now get out of bed and walk around, at least he didn't have to rely on a wheelchair all the time. Though he still couldn't engage in intense activities, at last he didn't need someone to support him to dare to go to the dining room, nor did he need Kate to look after him after her own exhausting training. To him, this was a big step forward.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Yang Yi dressed himself and walked into the dining room.
