Seeing Yun Ya’s face a bit pale, Yanyan asked with concern, "Miss, what’s wrong?" "You always just look at the few words on the internet, chasing shadows, believing every rumor, never really trying to think with your heart..." Yun Ya sighed. Like her, she was the best example. In the eyes of others, she was the embodiment of kindness and beauty. These two words, when placed on her, always made her skin crawl whenever she thought about them. This was the power of the internet, whether it’s good or bad, it spreads in an instant. "Life is already exhausting as it is, who has the extra energy to think? Besides, I’m not as clever as you, Miss. Gossip is, after all, a mix of truth and fiction; we just take it as stories," Yanyan said. Only now did Yanyan feel the gap between her and Yun Ya. Yun Ya never read scandals or gossip, nor did she read fashion or beauty magazines. What she held were either financial magazines, medical texts, or English newspapers. In comparison with what Yun Ya read, Yanyan’s knowledge was at most kindergarten level. That was the difference between someone who’s cultured and someone who isn’t. But then again, she was just an ordinary person, and living simply like that was pretty good. "By the way, Miss, your wound is almost healed, and I should be returning tomorrow." The thought of leaving made Yanyan somewhat downcast. Yanyan was a caregiver sent by the government; once Yun Ya’s illness was better, of course, Yanyan had to report back to her original post. "Which hospital do you work at?" Yanyan froze for a moment, not understanding why Yun Ya suddenly brought this up, but she honestly replied, "The city public security hospital." Yun Ya nodded, "Good, go back and work hard. You will have your day." At that moment, Yanyan still couldn’t fathom the meaning behind Yun Ya’s words, lost in the sadness of the imminent departure, no matter what she did, she couldn’t muster any interest. On the tenth day after Brother Yan left, Yun Ya was sitting in her wheelchair, her gaze fixed on the bright moon above, feeling melancholy. On the messaging app, she had already sent over a hundred emoticons of distress, yet there was still no response. Damn it, I’m not going to bother with you anymore. Yun Ya turned off her phone, moved her wheelchair to the bedside, slowly stood up, lay down on the bed, burying her head in the pillow and fell into a deeply depressed sleep. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the endless mountain ranges, a team of youths was about to undergo a brutal elimination competition. The rules were somewhat like playing "CrossFire", but reality was often much harsher than virtual games. They only had enough water and food to last ten days, yet they were supposed to stay in the mountains for a whole month. Out of a hundred people, only those who could hold out until the end would be deemed the final victors. There were no phones, just a suppressed submachine gun, a 54-model pistol, and a flare. If someone couldn’t hold on any longer, they could send up a flare, and someone would come to take them away. As night fell, the entire mountain descended into deathly silence, and hidden dangers lurked in the darkness. In a large tree, a "green" person lay camouflaged; he was wearing clothes woven from leaves, blending almost entirely with the tree. Even if someone walked right beneath, they would be completely unaware of his presence. Only a pair of exposed eyes were visible, as dark and profound as the infinite night, harboring a bestial sharpness and calm vigilance. Gradually, those eyes softened, gazing at the vast expanse of stars, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Yaya, I’m sorry, I’m going to break our appointment after all. You must be angry with me. This time it’s my fault; I accept my punishment without any complaints. He had planned to visit his great-grandfather and then return to Jiangzhou, but his uncle threw him into this training camp. Euphemistically called a training camp, it was actually a selection process. According to his uncle, the military wanted to secretly form a special operations team of inestimable value. Those thrown in here either had connections, or personal strength, or were geniuses in physical and military aspects... ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIＦire.net Standing out in such a team was an uphill battle. A whole month... how to endure it? He took out a photo from the pocket of his shirt. In the photo, a young girl’s profile was beautiful and gentle under the sunlight. Yun Ya didn’t have any photos, so he’d secretly downloaded one from the internet and had it printed out at a photo shop. He would glance at it occasionally, and the edges were already wrinkled. If he’d known it was urgent, he would have laminated it; otherwise, it wouldn’t survive a single touch of water. He pressed the photo to his lips, kissed the mouth of the person in the photo, imagining it was Yun Ya. Feeling somewhat perverted, he couldn’t help but laugh.