「Three days later.」
Song Ling'Er watched with a serious expression as Wu Liangchen disassembled and reassembled his firearms, then began to practice on her own.
After several days of recuperation, the girl's complexion was no longer as pale as before, and she had grown quite a bit taller.
But the dense web of scars on her hands still silently spoke of an unfortunate childhood.
Yet it was these same hands that were now deftly disassembling the firearm's components.
Watching from the side, Wu Liangchen couldn't help but nod in silent approval.
After all, he had only taught her a few times, yet she had reached this level of proficiency the moment she started. The girl truly had a knack for it.
This was also the path Wu Liangchen had planned for Song Ling'Er's future.
He couldn't possibly keep Song Ling'Er by his side forever. He had other business to attend to in the future.
