Su Qianli leaned against the window, her fingertips rubbing together unconsciously.
The military camp remained shrouded in a tense, martial-law atmosphere. Sentries with live ammunition stood like statues at every major intersection, and the occasional shouted password echoed across the empty camp, adding to the general unease.
Her thoughts were tangled like a ball of yarn as she sifted through various clues concerning Su Mengcheng, trying to find a breakthrough in the fog.
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