Gift

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

The twelve-year-old Ji Yinbing had grown taller, and her appearance had matured. Perhaps it was because she was influenced by the cold instructors, but her beautiful face never liked to smile. The instructors loved her silent but studious look the most, but the young mercenaries were a little afraid of her.

They were afraid of Ji Yinbing, and they respected Ji Yinbing.

Not only was her grades good, but her mercenary results every season were also top-notch.

Yan Yu once said to Ji Yinbing, "Why don't you just join our mercenary group? I'll let you be a small leader."

However, Ji Yinbing said, "No." She looked at the sun in the west, her gaze becoming distant and deep. No one knew what she was thinking.

In the past two years, Yan Nuo had never returned. Ji Yinbing had never seen him or heard his voice.

Yan Yu had never visited her brother in America. She treated Yan Nuo as non-existent.