1817: Impure Mind

Impure Mind

If she didn't know, she would have nothing to fear, unlike Wei Jiayue, who was afraid because she knew.0

Ye Jian knew that her emotions were fluctuating just now. There was even a hint of killing intent in her eyes. She had regained her emotions. Although the wind-proof mask covered her smile, her bright eyes could still be seen. "Thank you for your concern. I just happened to think of something. It's not because of Du Jiayi."

"Oh… Oh, that's good, that's good." For some reason, Liu Yuan suddenly felt a little afraid of this female soldier in front of her. For some reason, she felt scared, and she said uneasily, "Then… Then I'm relieved. Go do your work, I… I'll go back to the tent to rest."

Without waiting for Ye Jian to speak, she turned around and returned to the tent anxiously.

Her heart was beating fast, and she could not continue talking to Ye Jian. She had a feeling that she would shoot daggers at her at any moment. It was better… to leave quickly.

She couldn't offend Ye Jian and Du Jiayi.

Liu Yuan's strange behavior didn't put Ye Jian at ease. She turned her head and watched Liu Yuan enter the tent. Then, she stood by the roadside and stared at the male soldiers on the snow mountain.

There were four shovels currently being used. Along with the two that Ye Jian brought over, the six of them could shovel the snow together. J5 and the other members of the Xueyu unit was the first batch to shovel the snow. Qin Xiu, the Tibetan soldiers, and the two male soldiers from the cultural troupe were on guard. They stared at the snow mountain that was like a monster in the dark. Once they noticed that the snow was loosening, they would immediately know that the male soldiers were shoveling the snow.

Qin Xiu's gaze would always fall on Ye Jian. Ye Jian, who was always sharp, walked toward him.

The two leaders of the troupe were instructing their soldiers to cooperate with the army soldiers and clear up the road together.

As Ye Jian walked closer, she heard a male soldier saying worriedly, "The Mazar army hasn't arrived yet. I suspect that there might be an avalanche ahead too. Perhaps they're also carrying out a rescue mission."

There was a very large 'S' bend through Mazar Daban. If the inner bend was blocked, they would not be able to see anything.

"There's no need to speculate. There's no saying whether or not there's another avalanche ahead of us. Let's first clear the route between the two cars." The leader locked his brows and looked at the large mountain of snow.

If they continued shoveling like this, it would take them five hours to finish. He felt a little uncertain.

Qin Xiu, who had noticed Ye Jian walking over, lowered his head and said something to the leader before striding over.

Ye Jian looked at Qin Xiu, who wasn't affected by the cold at all. He looked like J5 and the others. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, 'He looks gentle and refined, like a noble son. Why does he look like a soldier now?'

The other two male soldiers from the cultural troupe were so cold that they were wrapped in two thick layers of cold-resistant clothing. Fortunately, their backs were straight enough. Otherwise, they would really look like brown bears that had gone through winter in the mountains.

"Is there something you need me for?" Qin Xiu asked as he walked over. "Are you worried about when we can get through?"

Ye Jian raised her eyebrows. "You would look at me from time to time. I thought you were looking for me for something." Why would he look at her when he had nothing to say to her?

He only looked at her occasionally and did it unconsciously. Besides, he only looked at her from the corners of his eyes… How did she find out?

Qin Xiu wanted to laugh. As expected of a soldier, her sensitivity was indeed shocking.

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