Chen Feitang had already been transferred to the Lanning army base, so Jiang Yao was not surprised when they saw her the following day.
She did not mind that version of Chen Feitang, compared to the previous one who had insisted on stabbing her in the back. The other woman only exchanged a glance with her. She did not even bother to greet her.
She could not say whether she hated Chen Feitang, so she did not know whether she forgave her or not.
The conditions in the Lanning army base were terrible. It was like what Lu Xingzhi had said. The wind carried fine sand, and when it blew on Jiang Yao's face, her delicate skin hurt so much that she wanted to cry.