On a rainy night, the high mountains on the southwest border look like a splash-ink landscape painting with too much ink. The ink is so thick that it can drown people, making people feel tight in the chest.
Big raindrops hit the dense forest like someone beating a drum crazily.
Xiao Zhan couldn't help but curse, this is the unlucky rainy season!
He stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his face. The camouflage uniform clung tightly to his body and was so cold that he shivered.
His right arm was throbbing, an old injury that began to wreak havoc in weather like this, and his existence had to be made known.
"Damn it!" He cursed softly, but he still didn't hide away.
