"Xingfeng~" An Ran gently called, wrapping her arms around his waist, "You must take good care of yourself from now on."
The dark, murmuring voice wasn't loud, but it struck the man's heart each time.
How could he not know her helplessness? She had already regarded him as her sky.
Because she had taken a week off, An Ran went back to school in the afternoon.
Mu Xingfeng sent her to the school gate, hugging and kissing her repeatedly in the car, his resentful eyes like those of an abandoned little wife.
A few days ago, Lin Junyang got news from his old man that the Guard Team was going to select a group of elites from each local team to form a Special Training Team directly under the command of the country. Although the news had not been officially announced yet, Mu Xingfeng had already started preparing for it.
He had been recovering from an injury recently, and his training had fallen behind. He must make up for it seriously before the selection.
