"Is it real?" Ye Tong stood up in shock, looking at Ji Ning in disbelief, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know?"
Ji Ning turned on the light in the room, stretched out her palm, pointed to several spots, and said flatly, "People who handle weapons for years will develop calluses in certain spots on their fingers.
Ye Tong looked carefully at Ji Ning's fingers. Although they didn't have calluses, the finger bones were somewhat different from an average person's. Thinking about the posture of holding a weapon, a complex look flashed in her eyes, "Sister Ning, have you stayed at the base too?"
Ji Ning didn't reply, standing up and taking off her coat.
Sometimes silence is the best answer, Ye Tong thought.
But what puzzled her was why Ji Ning had no identity information at all.
A dreamless night.
Ye Tong's biological clock always worked on time.
She turned over to look at the bed beside her, found it empty, and instantly became alert.
"Sister Ning?"
