Deep within Wansheng Mountain, at the military encampment, Meng Jinxiao had just finished his shift. Dragging a slightly weary body back to his room, he sat down at his desk.
He had recently developed the habit of keeping a journal. Just as he picked up his pen, his sharp ears twitched—he caught the faintest of sounds.
Immediately, a tiny figure nimbly leaped onto the desk. Looking closely, it turned out to be a little guinea pig.
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