The folder contained over a dozen video files, all of which were related to her.
X!
Could it be the abbreviation of her name?
What was Leng Zirui doing collecting these things?!
Was he paying that much attention to her?
She was lost in thought with doubts and didn’t notice the pair of army boots stepping across the grass behind her.
"What are you daydreaming about again?!"
A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Xu Xia. She turned her face to see Leng Zirui placing the gun in his hand on the grass and picking up the safflower oil from the table.
"What are you doing sorting through my files?!" Xu Xia asked.
Leng Zirui glanced at the computer in her hand, raised his brow slightly, realizing that despite meticulousness, he had forgotten this folder.
"Oh, wasn’t I following Tang Ming back then? I found you were with him, so I checked on you too. I heard you singing quite well that day, so out of boredom, I organized a collection to find out what songs you’ve sung."
Leng Zirui took her foot off the chair and began applying medicine for her.
The tiny bit of hope that had just risen in Xu Xia’s heart was instantly smashed to pieces by his words.
It made sense; how could he possibly be interested in her? It was just a casual act of curiosity, not the deep intention she imagined it to be.
After carefully applying the medicine and massaging for twenty minutes, Leng Zirui stood up, took a box of instant noodles, poured hot water from the thermos, and placed it by her side, "Have some to tide you over, and I’ll cook for you tonight!"
Glancing at his watch, he grabbed a piece of bread from the table and slipped into the forest with his gun.
Returning to her place was just to help her apply medicine; he was indeed busy.
At one o’clock in the afternoon, the first batch of soldiers’ field tests had just ended, and by two o’clock, the second batch had been sent to the training field.


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