February 1st, Yuncheng.
At 7 a.m., she set off from the freezing Lan City, transferred flights, and arrived in Yuncheng at 1 p.m.
As soon as she deboarded, Mo Shangjun was escorted onto a military vehicle.
She was alone.
The driver was a soldier in a combat uniform, looked young but was taciturn. From the moment he saw her to when she got in the car, he only said two sentences.
——Mo Shangjun?
——Get in.
After that, there was silence.
The backpack was placed on the seat beside her. Mo Shangjun leaned back against the seat and looked out the window.
The sun was shining, and a warm breeze blew.
Due to regional differences, the weather here was different from Lan City. It felt like moving from winter to a warm spring in a day. In Lan City, wearing two layers would make you shiver, but here it was slightly warm.
The car didn't head to the city center; instead, it took a remote road after leaving the highway.
