No one knew if Liang Zhiqiong had been rolling around in the mud pit that day—she remained exceptionally conspicuous among the "dirty crowd".
Her training uniform was covered in black mud, and her once beautiful face now resembled a clown's, smeared and blackened as though with coal instead of dirt; every mark and smudge was starkly visible.
When Mo Shangjun turned to look at her, Liang Zhiqiong met her gaze with a wink, her bright eyes filled with gossip-fueled curiosity, evidently eager to know more about why their group had returned early.
Once a striking beauty, now so bedraggled, Mo Shangjun found the contrast so striking that she didn't feel like engaging with her, and decided to simply ignore her.
She turned her head, pretending not to see Liang's hint.
Zhiqiong pouted, feeling rather neglected.
Soon they arrived at the entrance of the dining hall.
As the queue halted, everyone caught the smell of the food.
