Salty tears streamed continuously into Bai Xueling's mouth, coursing down her cheeks, and even she didn't know why she was crying. Why was she crying so sorrowfully? It was just that she suddenly, desperately, wanted to cry.
Especially when she thought back to the time she had asked Ye Chenfeng whether he knew of a man wearing a mask in the Soldier King Group. Ye Chenfeng's extremely decisive response was like a sharp sword piercing into her heart, causing it to wrench painfully, wave after wave. The distant drill field occasionally rang with the din of clamor, but all of this seemed to have nothing to do with Bai Xueling. She just kept on crying, kept on crying…
