Zhang Yang sat there in a daze, repeating Du Lei's last words over and over again in his mind. He remained silent.
After a while, Xu Yuan came in and saw Zhang Xiaozhen's half swollen face. She hurriedly ran to Zhang Xiaozhen and touched Zhang Xiaozhen's face gently. She did not care about the smell of blood and the carcasses of the wolves in the distance.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Xu Yuan asked with concern and felt a little distressed.
"I'm fine," Zhang Yang said in a hoarse voice. His voice scared Zhang Yang, like a broken bellows.
"You're too tired from the training, aren't you? I'll push you back. I'll ask the doctor to help you reduce your swelling." Xu Yuan leaned close to Zhang Min and said in his ear. Then she pushed Zhang Min and walked outside the shooting
