Shen Niantang gripped Gao Li’s wrist. Her fingertips tightened, not with excessive force, but enough to ensure Gao Li could not pull away. Gao Li stumbled along behind her; her military-green trousers were stained with mud from the edge of the training field, and her soles crunched against the gravel, emitting a faint, rhythmic sound. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a drum, her palms were slick with a thin layer of cold sweat, and her throat felt constricted, yet she forced herself to stand tall, refusing to show her fear.
"Sister Niantang, where... where are we going?"
Gao Li’s voice trembled, her gaze darting erratically around her surroundings.
Chapter 97