She had run quite a distance before Tang Li finally stopped.
Standing outside the protective net of the shooting range, her breath was unsteady. Looking back, behind her was empty, with only two rows of lush, dripping banyan trees visible.
Under the midday sun, she felt her cheeks blushing.
In her mind were still those deep eyes of Song Baiyan, which were profound and yet carried a gentleness that seemed to have weathered many storms, inadvertently making her fall deep into them.
Returning to the training ground, Tang Li was somewhat distracted while practicing shooting.
The actors' lunch was sorted at the shooting range.
There weren't many soldiers guarding the range, adding the cooks there were only about seven or eight people. The group entered the cafeteria of the shooting range, and at a glance, she could see everything inside clearly.
Walking behind, Tang Li entered and saw two figures in camouflage sitting in a corner.
It was Song Baiyan and his comrade.
